我曾多少次回头望,看那似被淡淡雾气笼罩着的如梦幻一般的过往,看那一步一步似犹豫又坚定的脚印,看那小小的逆着光的倔强身影。我不知道如何书写它们,书写青春的梦想。但是现在我以心为笔,以希望作纸,为梦想而战。我仿佛听见,我笔尖的文字精灵在欢唱着一支歌,歌名叫《在路上》。为了梦想,我在路上,我在成长。 How many times have I looked back and looked at the fantastic past that seems to be covered with a faint mist, looking at the step hesitant and steadfast step by step and looking at the small, stubborn figure in the light of light. I do not know how to write them, write the dream of youth. But now I have my heart in mind, I hope I can make a paper and fight for my dreams. I seem to hear, my nib writing genie singing a song, song called “on the road.” In order to dream, I am on the road, I am growing up.