在寒窗下又苦读了一个冬春,她欣赏了飘飞的冬雪,望穿了嫣红的春花,那个埋头书山的少年镶嵌在窗棂里成了时光的剪影。然而,十三岁的少年怎么会安分?怎么会没有憧憬?怎么会甘心被禁锢在这样一个位置呢?于是她背起行囊,走出了家门……那个少年,也就是我,在夏花璀璨之际,欲只身走遍天下。抛弃学习的累赘,怀揣着厚重的日记本和钢笔里 Under the cold window and painstakingly read a winter and spring, she admired the winter snow drifting, looking through the bright spring flowers, buried in the window of that young boy in the window became a silhouette of the time. However, how the thirteen-year-old boy will be safe? How can there is no vision? How willingly be confined in such a position? So she carried the bag, out of the house ... ... that boy, that is, I, in summer bright On the occasion, want to go all over the world alone. Discard the burden of learning, carrying a heavy diary and pen