这些日子,过得迷惘面又忧伤。 曾经是个不甘寂寞与平庸的男孩。寒窗积习而成的自信(也许是自负)使我坚信自己理所当然会继续“出类拔萃”。记得刚上学时,我趾高气扬。 “美梦黄梁”。仅仅一段日子,我便面对了许多没有预约的挫伤。一时间,我简直觉得难以适应周围的环境,甚至怀疑这世界都变了。我依然壮志凌云,豪情万丈,而世界却如此刻薄,冷酷! 终日,装出一副满不在乎的样子,漫游于一方方招员的海报、协会“丛林”之中,内心却急切希望觅到 These days, lost face and sad. Once a lonely and mediocre boy. Frustrated, confident (and maybe conceited) I convinced myself of course that I would continue to be “outstanding.” I remember when I first went to school, I was arrogant. “Dream yellow beam.” In just a few days, I faced many non-scheduled bruises. For a time, I almost feel difficult to adapt to the surrounding environment, and even doubt that the world has changed. I still topless, lofty, and the world is so harsh, cold! All day, put on a look of indifference, roaming in one side of the poster, Association, “jungle,” but the heart is eager to find