所有的时刻/很仓皇而又模糊/除非你能停下来/远远地回顾/只有在回首的刹那/才能得到那种清明的辛酸/也许,雨季注定要与泪水相随……——题记2005年4月7日阴有小雨我十七岁,准确的说法还有一个月才十七,在周围一群已成年的同学中,我还可以称自己为孩子。我不知道是不是有个神仙 All the moments / very vague and ambiguous / Unless you can stop / review far / only look back / to get the kind of clear bitterness / Maybe, the rainy season is destined to go with tears ... - Inscription 2005 On April 7 of this year, I was seventeen years old with light rain. The accurate statement was only seventeen months old. Among the group of classmates who were around, I could call myself a child. I don’t know if there’s a fairy