不知不觉,我在路上已许多年,那么多脚印缀成片,终点依旧望不见。许多个落日黄昏,我走过教学楼,走过操场,一个人,想着未来无限宽广的校园,嘈杂的人流涌过,我额角坠落的汗水可以溅起比午日更艳的光,但虚幻会被学弟们的高声呼喊刺破,抬头望见的夕阳孤零零挂在天上,像在缅怀兄弟们尚未被后羿射落的年代,悠远漫漫,通向亘古,未知。 Unconsciously, I have been on the road for many years, so many footprints decorated into films, the end is still in sight. Many sunset, I walked through the school building, walked the playground, a person, thinking of the infinite campus in the future, noisy crowd surging, my forehead falling sweat can spill more brilliant than the afternoon light, but the illusory Will be cried out by the shouting loudly crying students, looking up at the sunset solitary hanging in the sky, like in the memory of the brothers have not been Hou Yi shot down, long distant, leading to the eternal, unknown.