我与奔跑的关系一直很微妙,我不喜欢运动,可又偏爱着奔跑的那种感觉。呼呼的风声从耳边吹过,头发在风中飞扬。奔跑时,我是一叶不系之舟,大地是河流,不知道哪里才是自己的目的地,心中只有一个信念——“奔跑”。人的一生都在奔跑,在奔跑中成长,在跌倒中强壮。于我而言,奔跑的过程也是一点点长大的过程。还记得温暖如春的黄昏里,我赤着脚丫在田埂 My relationship with running has always been subtle. I don’t like sports and I prefer the kind of feeling that I run. The whirring wind blows from the ear, and the hair flies in the wind. When I was running, I was a boat with no leaves. The land was a river. I didn’t know where it was my destination. There was only one belief in my heart—“Run”. People are running all their lives, growing up in the run, and strong in the fall. For me, the process of running is also a little bit of a process of growth. I still remember that in the warm evening of spring, I barefoot in the field