“不得不承认,我老了!”我对约瑟夫.勒博尔涅说道,“毕竟,只有在我们觉得青春已远去的时候,才会对高中或军营心生怜惜……换句话说,只有在我们确信再也无法回到那些地方的时候……”我手上拿着一张明信片,上面是B市高中的外景。B市是南部一座美丽的小城市。明信片上,被漆成浅黄 “I have to admit, I am old!” I said to Joseph Le Bourget. “After all, pity for high school or barracks is only felt when we feel that youth is gone ... In other words, only At a time when we were sure we would never be able to return to those places ... ”I had a postcard in my hand on the outside of City B High School. B city is a beautiful southern city. Postcard, was painted into a light yellow