我的十五岁穿过漫长而寒冷的冬天,忽悠一下,我便坐在十六岁的空气里,可是我还在靠回忆取暖。——题记我在街上穿行,穿着厚厚的羽绒服,手插在衣袋里,看着街上曾经热烈过的还裹着红外衣的鞭炮残骸,不禁哑然,却无法笑出来:难道曾经的热闹只能换回现在的沉默吗?这便是我的十五岁的最后一天的最后一个问题,当我第二 My fifteen-year-old passed through the long, cold winter and flickered, I sat in the sixteen-year-old air, but I was still relying on memories to warm up. - Inscription I walked down the street, wearing a thick down jacket, my hands in my pockets, looking at the remains of firecrackers in the street that were still wrapped in infrared clothes. I couldn’t help but laugh, but I couldn’t laugh. Can it be exchanged for silence now? This is the last question of my fifteenth-year-old last day when I was second