我们或许都不记得有那么一段光阴。在某个固定的弥漫着花香的粉白凉亭里,沐浴着温暖的阳光,慵懒地翻阅一本《少年文艺》。轻轻翻开精美的封面,沉浸在一个个故事里;那时而轻扬的唇角,时而涌上心头的莫名的心酸,还有那偶尔紧握着的愤怒的拳头,让幽静的午后生活渐渐染上甜美浓烈的气息。那些渗透着苍翠绿意的缓慢光阴,让我们在某一个特定的时刻,成为了内心丰盈而柔软的少年。我们或许都不记得有那么一群孩子。许是那难得的缘分,让几个孩子在经历了各自的初中三年后,在高中又聚在了同一所校园。互 We may not remember it for some time. In a fixed filled with fragrant powder white pavilion, bathed in warm sunshine, lazily read a “young literary.” Gently open the exquisite cover, immersed in a story; then Yang lips, sometimes heartless inexplicable sadness, as well as the occasional clenched fists of fury, quiet quiet life gradually dyed On the sweet strong atmosphere. Those who permeate the green time of the slow, let us at a particular moment, has become an inner abundance and soft juvenile. We may not remember such a group of children. Xu is a rare fate, so that several children in their respective junior high school after three years, in high school and gathered in the same campus. mutual