十八岁,花开的年纪,绽放的季节,我却感受到我的生命如同那深秋飘落的枯叶般暗淡无光。这么多年,我突然意识到,小时候那个踮起脚尖拥抱世界的自己找不到了,倚靠在窗边,思绪回到了童年,我哭了,我“丢”了我自己。那些年,校园的舞台上总有一个弱小的身影,不停地跟着美妙的旋律翩翩起舞,似乎这柔弱的身体从不知疲倦,每一刻都在灿烂地绽放着生命的光芒。一个个小红星贴满了那可爱的纪念册,似乎总眨巴眨巴它们亮晶晶的眼睛冲我微笑;一张张奖状端端正正地立在不算白的墙面上,似乎是 At the age of eighteen, the age of blossoming and the season of bloom, I feel my life is bleak like a dead leaf falling in late autumn. For so many years, I suddenly realized that when I was a child, I could not find myself holding the toes to embrace the world. I leaned back to the window and my thoughts returned to childhood. I cried, and I “lost” myself. In those years, there was always a weak figure on the stage of the campus, dancing constantly along with the wonderful melody. It seems that this delicate body is always tireless, and at every moment it splendidly radiates the light of life. A little red star covered with the lovely book, it seems always blinked their shiny eyes smiled at me; one coupons stand upright on the not white walls, it seems that