奔跑的少年,我看到你大汗淋漓的身后,散发着朝气蓬勃的阳光。我曾在校运动会上跑过三千米,等越过终点的那一刻,软瘫在跑道上,位感觉没有一个部是自己的。所以慢走比快跑舒服。然而,处在快节奏的时代,一旦选择慢走,就会比快跑的少年落后一大截,无形的马鞭抽打着,不得不坚持奔跑,更要一遍遍加速,把对手狠狠地甩开。短路的时候羡慕放牛娃,虽然他们生活在穷苦的环境里,却可以慢悠悠地赶牛,哼着朴实无华的信天游,让人相信没有纷争的慢时代依然存在。只是我们已经深深陷入快速奔跑的跑道,不能慢也不敢慢。奔跑的少年,淋漓尽致地挥洒青春的光茫,向梦飞驰。奔跑的少年,如果感到一丝疲惫,不如停下来歇歇脚,享受不一样的幸福。 Running juvenile, I see you sweating behind, exudes vibrant sun. I had run 3000 meters at the school games, and so the moment passed the finish line, soft paralysis on the runway, I do not feel a department is their own. So slow to run faster than comfortable. However, in a fast-paced era, once you choose to walk slowly, you will fall behind a large number of running teenagers. The invisible whip is beating and you have to run for a while. You will have to accelerate over and over again, throwing your opponent back fiercely . Short-circuit envy of cattle, although they live in a poor environment, but you can leisurely cattle, humming plain tour, people believe that there is no dispute of the slow era still exists. It’s just that we’ve run deep into the runway, slow and slow. Running young, vividly sway the youth of light, speeding to the dream. Running teenage, if you feel a trace of fatigue, it is better to stop and rest, enjoy different happiness.