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编·留言看完这个故事,记起高二初夏的一天,突然停电,全校断网,对面宿舍楼一个男生搬着凳子,抱着吉他弹奏。世界黑暗的那一刻,那首歌的旋律逆着爆炸似的欢呼突围而出,在接下来的数小时,隔着葱绿的枝丫,两栋楼的学生默契地听着吉他曲,跟着节奏哼起了歌词。但凡少年事,大都无疾终,而记忆里,昏暗的场景,热烈的人群,混着夏风的音乐,隔着十步的距离……那幅画面,在记忆中成了明信片般特别意义的存在。
Editor · Message After reading this story, remember the day of sophomore early summer, a sudden power outage, the school off the net, opposite the dormitory floor, a boy carrying a stool, holding a guitar. At the moment of the darkness of the world, the melody of the song broke out against the cheering detonation. In the next few hours, students of two buildings listened tacitly to the guitar song, humming along with the rhythm The lyrics. Whenever young things, most of them have no end, but memory, dark scenes, warm crowd, mixed with summer wind music, across the distance of ten steps ... That picture, became a postcard in memory of special significance exist.