我今年18岁,没有蓝天与青草,只有老师、家长满怀希望的话语和白纸黑字的卷子。我很容易被感动,但在这段时间里却始终未被打动,似乎在默默抗议这个世界的不公与无奈。只希望轰轰的架子鼓和《艳阳天》能让我在幻想中得点安慰。 18岁,本应是很美好的岁月,可我只拥有压力与竞 I am 18 years old. There is no blue sky and grass, only teachers, parents, hopeful words and black and white paper. I can easily be touched, but during this time I have never been touched and seem to silently protest the unfairness and helplessness of this world. I only hope that the boom drums and the “sunny day” allows me to have some comfort in the fantasy. 18 years old, this should be a very good time, but I only have the pressure and competition