我现在二十岁了,嘴边冒出了胡楂,眼神开始浑浊,曾经圆润的脸蛋被生活削尖。生活是怎么个模样?这是我现在每天思考的问题。但转而又会想,我又不是哲学家干吗每天思考这样形而上的东西。二十岁是个尴尬的年龄,处在成熟与稚嫩的交界处,一方面渴望长大一方面拒绝成长。人真是一种矛盾的物种。某个晴朗的午后,没有风,阳光像煤炭,干燥而闷热。我走在街上,忽然看见一群少年,他们穿着整齐规整的校服有说有笑地穿过马路,穿过人群,最后消失在我的视野里。我突然有点伤感 I am now twenty years old and I have Hu Duo at my mouth. My eyes start to look muddy and my round face has been sharpened. How does life look like this? This is a question I think about everyday. But in turn, I would think that I am not a philosopher anymore thinking about such metaphysical things every day. Twenty-year-old is a young age, at the junction of mature and immature, on the one hand eager to grow up on the one hand to refuse to grow. People are really contradictory species. On a sunny afternoon, there was no wind and the sun was like coal, dry and hot. As I walked down the street, I suddenly saw a group of teenagers. They were dressed in neat uniforms and crossed the road with a smile and laughed. They passed through the crowd and finally disappeared into my vision. I suddenly felt a little sad