当我拿起笔,准备写一下当时的高中时光的时候,我才突然觉察到白驹过隙的力量,简单的四个字,三年的时光就倏尔远逝。我只能说那是一个单纯又迷茫的年纪,你似乎知道自己想要的是什么,但同时你又觉得仿佛置身雾中,不知所取。那是梦想与现实的差距,是在岔路口彷徨抉择的少年。可能自己是一个理想化的人,手拂似青山乱叠的书,似乎就足够 When I picked up a pen and was ready to write about the high school time of the time, I suddenly realized that the power of the day was too short. The simple words mean that three years of time would have passed. I can only say that it is a simple and confused age, you seem to know what you want, but at the same time you feel as if you are in the fog, I do not know what to take. That is the gap between dreams and reality. It is a boy who chooses at the fork. Maybe he is an idealized person. His book is like a stack of books. It seems to be enough.