我曾经以难以想象的热情去追随他们的足迹,他们反馈给我的礼物,是成长的道理。她有着不动声色的美丽我的第一个偶像陆向晚,是邻居家的姐姐,是父母口中“别人家的孩子”。她在学校里也是光鲜的榜样,把一群同龄人映衬得灰头土脸,光彩全无。我尾随着她,看着她掰下一小块早餐蛋糕喂街边的流浪狗,看着她捡起人行道上的垃圾扔进垃圾箱,看着她仰起骄傲的脖颈,身姿像一棵挺拔的小松树。我学着她的样子,踮起脚尖轻盈行走,毫不在乎这究竟是不是东 I have followed their footsteps with unimaginable enthusiasm. The gifts they gave me were the truth of growth. She has a quiet and beautiful beauty. My first idol was late to the land. She was the sister of her neighbors and the “child of other people”. She is also a shining example in school, shining a group of her peers off-limits. I followed her, watching her break off a small piece of breakfast cake feeding stray dogs on the street, watching her pick up the sidewalk trash thrown into the trash, watching her raised her proud neck, posture like a Tall pine trees. I learned her way, walking tiptoe light walk, do not care whether this is East