那天,我上完晚自习走在回家的路上,碰见了他。他的变化很大,已经不是那个冲动讲义气的小孩子了,而更像一个负有责任感的男人。他西装革履地站在我面前,那双黑油油的皮鞋,在路灯下格外耀眼。很难想像曾经我们同窗读过书,要不是他叫住了我,我可能不认识他了。恬静的微笑被嘴角的胡茬遮住,显出几分成熟。我呆呆地望着,看着他的变化,我萌生了一种莫名的忧伤。 That day, I walked home on the way to the evening and met him. His change is great. He is no longer a child who is impulsive and loyal, but more like a responsible man. He stands in front of me in a suit and a pair of black leather shoes, especially dazzling under the street lights. It’s hard to imagine that we used to read books from my classmates. If he had stopped me, I might not know him. The quiet smile was covered by the moustaches at the corner of the mouth, showing a bit of maturity. I stared blankly, watching his change, I had a kind of inexplicable sadness.