听人说,女孩子十一二岁就进入青春期了。人们都在赞美青春,说她像彩虹,五光十色;像春天,生机盎然;像禾苗,娇嫩而茁壮;像天使,善良而美丽…… 但我所体验到的青春,更多的是遐想,是对未来的憧憬。我经常想入非非,用窗前玻璃上的雨丝,去编织那缤纷的理想世界,但又常常无奈地 Heard people say girls into adolescence at eleven years old. People are praising youth, saying that she is like a rainbow, with colorful colors; like spring, full of life; like a seedling, delicate and strong; like an angel, kind and beautiful ... But the youth I experience, more of a reverie, Future vision. I often think of Africa, with the rain on the glass in front of the window, to weave that colorful ideal world, but often frustration