贝司手在密如雨点的鼓点中拨动琴弦.Kurt Cobain充满张力的声音从空旷中切入.一首熟悉的SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT把我的思绪带回激情燃烧的大学年代——地下室的窗户漏下几缕阳光.我们挥汗如雨.拨弄琴弦,跳跃.嘶吼,放肆地让我们心脏更有力跳动。我们一样年轻.一样躁动不安,内心有激情涌动。为凑钱灌一张我们自己乐队的CD,我们每一个人却心甘情愿地啃了一个月馒头……在乐队里我和周易关系最好. The bassist tweeted the strings on a raindrop drummer, Kurt Cobain’s tense voice cut through the open, a familiar SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT took my mind back to a passionate university-basement window Lost under the ray of sunshine .We sweat. Stringed the strings, jumping. Screaming, unbridled let our heart beating more vigorously. As young as we are, restless and irritated. To raise money for a CD of our own band, each of us willingly ate the bread for a month ... I had the best relationship with the Chow in the band.