他们是花季的少男少女,他们本应该坐在安静的教室,在浩瀚的知识海洋中遨游,他们本应该在假日和自己的同学、朋友打球、逛街,分享那些青春的小秘密。但是,现在,他们却坐在法院的被告人席上,等待他们的是法律对他们犯罪行为的审判。也许在他们心里,审判就是人生的句号,他们的花季从此凋谢,成为社会的边缘人。但是在北京市法官们的眼里,审判只是他们人生的逗号,法官们将为他们撑起一把大伞,让他们的青春在遭受风雨后,重新怒放。 They are young boys and girls, they should have been sitting in a quiet classroom, in the vast ocean of knowledge travel, they should have played with their classmates and friends on holidays, shopping, to share those little young secret. However, they now sit in the bench of the court and wait for them to be tried by law for their crimes. Perhaps in their hearts, judgments are the end of their lives, and their blossoms withered and became the margins of society. However, in the eyes of the Beijing judges, the trial is only a comma for their lives. The judges will prop up a large umbrella for them so that their youth will regain their strength after being subjected to the storm.