升入高三那年我19岁。虽说不上貌美如花,但发育良好的身体还是招来了许多追求者。他们大多是同校的男生,也有几个刚踏入社会的小混混。我从心里看不起他们.个个乳臭未干却又故作成熟稳重.不是写情书就是送礼物,学业无成就忙着讨女生欢心,将来能有何出息? 19岁,真是花一样的年龄。独处时.我常常对镜孤芳自赏:白晰的脸蛋.俏皮的小鼻子,灵巧的朱唇,还有那长睫毛下顾盼生辉的黑眼睛,的确很美丽,难怪那些 I was 19 years old when I was a senior. Although not beautiful, the well-developed body still attracts many suitors. Most of them are boys in the same school, but there are also a few who have just entered the community. I look down on them from my heart. All of them are stinking but they are mature and prudent. Not writing a love letter is to send a gift. Academic achievement is so busy that we can discuss what we want to do. What will we be able to do in the future? At 19, it is really the same age. When I was alone, I used to admire the mirror: the white face, the playful little nose, the dexterous lips, and the dark eyes under the long eyelashes were really beautiful. No wonder