那年冬天,寒风刺骨,万物萧条。我一把推开了她,连带着两年的同学情谊。往后的日子里,我俩形同陌路。但我常常怀念那些一起漫步夕阳、一起上学放学、一起吃饭、相互鼓励的日子。每次和她相遇时,我总高昂着头,一脸漠然。偶尔想到那天下午一起买书的事,“你脑子进水了,怎么还看这种全是套路的言情小说?”青春好像就是 In the winter of that year, the wind was cold and everything was in decline. I pushed her away and took my classmates for two years. In the days that followed, we were all strangers. However, I often miss the days when people walk together, go to school, eat together, and encourage each other. Every time I met her, I always held my head high and looked indifferent. Occasionally I think of buying books that afternoon, “You have water in your head. How can you still see this all-routine romance novel?” “Youth is like