回想起我的青春岁月,毫无疑问,是卑微的,卑微到流言可以肆无忌惮地飞来中伤,而我,在这陌生的、荒无亲人的城市里,除了独自拭泪疗伤,别无他法,在那么多流完泪的第二天,当阳光莅临这座城市,我又像打不死的小强一样,昂扬着出门了。那时候很苦,但几乎没人见过我的眼泪。 Recalling my youth, there is no doubt that it is humble, humble to gossip can be scared to fly slander, and I, in this strange, desolate city, in addition to wiping the tears alone, there is no other way , So many tears in the end the day after the stream, when the sun came to this city, I am like Xiaoqiang do not die, go out with high spirits. It was bitter at that time, but few had seen my tears.