一真的不知道自己会以何种笔墨书写这段带着青春味道的经历。它如同所有被岁月风干的日子那样,陈旧,泛黄,斑驳。如果不是那些主角还时不时地出现在我视线范围之内,我恐怕早已把它与其他时光一样,封存在记忆深处。然而,即使那样,我也无法真正把它忘却,更多的时候,只是不愿意想起。我深知蕴含其中的,是各自表达青春的方法,各自挥霍时光的手段,以及年少狂妄无礼的心。那年的甜甜起早贪黑,勤奋刻苦;那年的笛子温婉如玉,亲切善良;那年的杉杉长发及腰,锋芒毕露;那 I really do not know what kind of writing will be written with this youthful taste of experience. It is as old as yellowish and mottled, as it is when all the years are dried. If it is not those protagonists from time to time appear in my line of sight, I am afraid it has long been the same with other time, kept in the memory. However, even then, I can not really forget it, more often, just do not want to think of it. I know very well that there is a way of expressing one's own youth, the means of splitting the time, and the heart of young and rude. That year's sweet from morning to night, diligent and hardworking; flute gentle jade that year, cordial kindness; that year's Shanshan long hair and waist, hard-edged; that