青春,是一只崭新的船,它有洁白的帆,笔直的桅杆,一切都那样美好,那样充满活力,只是这船太轻盈了,一不留神就会迷失方向。年少的我不会掌舵,尽管小心翼翼也难免偏离航线,这时,总会有一双手伸过来,帮我把稳舵盘,在我心中,这双手就是她。 Youth, is a brand new boat, it has a white sail, straight mast, everything is so beautiful, so energetic, but the ship is too light, inadvertently will be lost. I will not helm the young, though carefully and inevitably deviate from the route, then, there will always be a pair of hands stretched over to help me to stabilize the plate, in my heart, the hands are her.