21岁,还算青春吧,眼角没有鱼尾纹,脖颈光洁,笑声清朗。可当我在看见高中毕业时的合影里穿着校服,如花的笑餍,就开始想念那年的17岁。17岁,白色校服里年轻的身躯,肩上松松垮垮的包,“骑着单车飞快驶过清早冷清的大街,清风从鼻尖一直轻轻抚过短发的末梢,还能嗅到刚刚用的面霜的味道;17岁的教室里有我的 21 years old, fairly youthful, no crow’s feet, clean neck, laughter and laughter. But when I saw a high school graduation photo in a school uniform, a flower of laughter, began to miss that year of 17 years old. 17 years old, white uniforms in the young body, baggy bag on his shoulder, ”riding a bicycle quickly sailed through the streets early in the morning, the breeze gently stroked the tip of the short hair from the tip of the nose, but also smell just the cream Taste; 17-year-old classroom with me