还记得幼儿园开学第一天,我被外婆和母亲送进学校。看着她们两个人离开的身影,我从教室奔了出来,一路哭喊着,结果又被她俩送了回去。很奇怪,长大后,就没这股冲动和任性的胆量了。长大后,去欧洲留学,在机场,就算千百万个不愿意,还是笑着洒脱地和父母挥挥手,然后死也不回头,因为一旦多说哪怕一句话,鼻子就会酸,眼泪根本止不住。一个人排着队,脑海里常常会有这么一个画面:眼角飙着泪,拖着行 Remember the first day of kindergarten, I was grandmother and mother sent to school. Watching the two of them left the figure, I ran out of the classroom, crying all the way, the result was sent back to her both. Very strange, grow up, no such courage and self-willed courage. Grow up, to study in Europe, at the airport, even if millions do not want to, or waved his hand and laugh and shoved, and then do not look back, because once you say a word, the nose will be sore, tears basically Can not stop. A lined up, my mind often have such a picture: eyes soared tears, dragged