潮汐涨起又落下,像我们仓皇的青春。我从不愿沉湎于往事,认为回忆会使人老去。候鸟在深秋的某个清晨成群结队地划过长空,那些曾经最爱的弧线,把天空割得支离破碎,也毁坏了封存记忆的薄冰……曾几何时,我以一种最怠慢的方式送走了2008年的夏天,似乎也遗忘了连同在一条直线上的某段过去。踏出中考考场的那一刹那,我们青春的潮水已退到腰际,时光的大书翻过的不是一页而是整整 Tides rise and fall, like our humble youth. I never want to indulge in the past, think memories will make people grow old. The migratory birds flocked skyward in the early morning of some autumn morning, those once favorite arcs that cut the sky fragmented and destroyed the thin ice that sealed the memory ... Once upon a time, in a most neglected way Sent away in the summer of 2008, it seems also forgotten with some time in a straight line past. Take the exam entrance examination of the moment, our youthful tide has retreated to the waist, time book is not turned over a whole book