此刻的我,枕着靠垫,捧着手机,刷着微博,每时每刻都有各国各地的精确讯息、高清图片在我手中飞动,存活的时间不超过一秒,像一个可怜的单细胞生物。而这些爆炸的信息,却敌不过一个十年前的茶叶盒、一堆泛黄的旧报纸。你看,人啊,就是这样。那年,我是一个初中二年级的小姑娘;那年,羽毛球队开始走进我的小世界。那年,我的生活和小城里任何一个初中二年级学生没有任何不同。上学迷迷糊糊。放学,蹦蹦跳跳,有时还会来一串校 At the moment, I am cushioned, holding a cell phone, brushing the microblogging, every moment has accurate information from all over the country, high-definition pictures fly in my hand, survive no more than a second, like a poor single Cell biology. The information of these explosions, however, is no match for a tea box ten years ago, a pile of yellowed old newspapers. Look, man, that’s it. That year, I was a second-year junior high school girl; that year, the badminton team began to walk into my little world. That year, there was no difference between my life and any of the second-year junior high school students in the town. Go to school stumble After school, bounce, and sometimes a bunch of school