你终将成蝶,又何惧曾受困茧中?你既欲乘风,又何必害怕前方风雨如晦?十八岁那年我初入高三,好像突然跌入战场,硝烟四起。一段与奋斗相拥的青春岁月正慢慢点燃。高一高二时,因为家里已经安排好我出国,我的成绩一直游荡于中下游间,当别人都在争分夺秒时,我竟觉得日子是那么难以消磨。同桌调侃我是不用拼命飞去夺食的鸟,早已有人替我盛好饕餮放在我面前。 You will eventually become a butterfly, and why fear had been trapped in the cocoon? You both want to take the wind, why fear the wind and rain in front of dark? At the age of eighteen I entered the third year, as if suddenly fell into the battlefield, smoke everywhere. A period of youth embracing struggle is slowly lit. When I was a sophomore, because my family had arranged for me to go abroad, my grades have been wandering in the middle and lower reaches. When other people are racing against each other, I feel that the days are so hard to kill. Ridicule at the same table I do not desperately fly to seize birds, some people already good for me gluttonous place in front of me.