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0寻找记忆的脚印多年后,我又站在母校的大门口。回巢的候鸟提醒我,青春原来曾经这样发生过。只是岁月不再绿,我们也快被记忆抛弃。1青春经过的声音镜面倒映的那个世界,一路的变化如电影般上演。而当我缓缓睁开惺忪的睡眼,半推半就地接受清晨第一枚阳光的滋养,那一刻,惹眼的胡渣,刘海的轮廓,蠕动的喉结,修长的脸颊,在那个充满未知的世界里,我听见一首流窜过耳膜的乐曲,是青春经过的声音。
Years after looking for memory, I stood at the gate of my alma mater again. Migratory birds to remind me that the youth had happened this way. Just years are no longer green, we are almost forgotten memories. 1 The voice of youth through the mirror reflected in the world, all the way changes like a movie staged. And when I slowly opened my sleepy eyes and half-pushed half-nosed to the nourishment of the first morning sunshine, at that moment the eye-catching stubble, the bangs, the creeping Adam’s apple, my slender cheek, I heard a piece of music flowing through the eardrum, the voice of youth.