20多年了,我一直深埋那段记忆,不敢轻易碰触、翻阅。自己也不明白为什么每次无意中想起时会扬起头,而泪水依旧会下滑;更不明白当年那么的在乎,却依然决然离开。直至去年春节,你们相约到我家,与相册同时打开的还有尘封的记忆。我开始梳理自己的情感,无数次思量终于让我确定:我最美最纯的初恋给了你们——191班的每一个孩子。那时的我全身心的每一个细胞都与你们同呼吸:你们欢笑我快乐,你们的不知所措我心痛。那时,周末在房间里练字弹 More than 20 years, I have been buried in that period of memory, not easily touch, read. I do not understand why every time I inadvertently think of raising his head, and tears will still decline; more do not understand then care about that year, but still decided to leave. Until last year's Spring Festival, you meet to my house, and album open at the same time there are dust-laden memories. I began to sort out my feelings, countless times finally let me determine: my most beautiful and pure love to you - every child in class 191. At that time, every cell of my heart and body breathe with you: you laugh at me, you are overwhelmed with heartache. At that time, we practiced typing in the room on weekends