“回家吧。”“你先回去吧!”“怎么了?…‘哎,别理我,烦着呢!”看着她眉峰微蹙,一脸忧郁的样子,我只好转身走出教室。外面,五月的雨潺潺地下着,抚过左岸的蔷薇,南方的梅雨季节又来了。连日的绵雨搞得大家心情很不好,我却暗自偷欢,因为贺铸那“一川烟草,满城风絮,梅子黄时雨”,曾让我感动不已,浮想联翩。撑着伞走在路上,驻足想想刚才发生的事,我不禁自问:“我那亲妹般的她怎么了?我们这些年轻人怎么了?我们这一代人怎么了?”——那些忧伤的年轻人啊! “Go home.” “You go first!” "What’s the matter?... ‘Oh, leave me alone, bothered!” Looking at her eyebrows and melancholy, I had to turn and walk out of the classroom. Outside, the May rains swayed, stroking the rose on the left bank, and the rainy season in the south came again. The rainy days of the past days made everyone feel bad, but I secretly sneaked away, because He Zhu’s “a Sichuan tobacco, full of urban flamboyant, plum blossoms when the yellow rain,” once touched me, imagination. Holding an umbrella on the road, stopping to think about what had just happened, I could not help but ask myself, “What happened to my sister-in-law? What happened to these young people? What happened to our generation?”—those who were sad Young people!