我是个念旧的人,从前的蓝天,从前的笑靥,从前的朋友都会在那么一个不经意的夜晚化作一阵微风,吹干我憔悴的双眼,然后便是蓝色的泪一滴,两滴,三滴……悄然无声地打湿了枕头。我总在这样的潮湿里梦见那段刻骨铭心的青葱岁月。在我的梦里,心里,它似乎永不散场。记得初中的时候我是个性格和现在一样文静的女孩,我不奢望人生里出现什么波澜起伏,只希望平平淡淡就好。可是,青春却像一场暴雨,没有防备的我只好在雨中不停地奔跑,平淡的人生中,有那么一点 I am an old man, the former blue sky, the former smile, former friends will be in such a casual night into a breeze, dry my gaunt eyes, then there is a blue tear, two drops, three drops ... silently wet the pillow. I always dreamed this unforgettable green years in this damp. In my dreams, in my heart, it seems never to come out. I remember junior high school when I was a character and now the same quiet girl, I do not expect any ups and downs in life, I just hope flat. However, youth is like a heavy rain, I have no defense of the rain kept running, a dull life, so little