青春就像一位老先生的旧照片,黑白的背景和一些成了故事的画面。我不知道什么时候我也会成为这个画面的一部分,因为我还在青春的世界里,思考着未来世界的天光,而很多东西还来不及去准备,就开始如火如荼地上演。于是在这种盛大的场景里,我那小小的青春,终究以沉默姿态留守在自己的记忆里。我无法拥有宇宙中一点点的光亮,因为我不是牛顿先生,也不是居里女士。我梦想着在深夜无人的时候,看着漫长的星空,寻找流星,许一个愿望,愿望里只是简单希望我身边人都可以幸福。 Youth is like an old gentleman’s old photo, black-and-white background and some pictures that become stories. I do not know when I will be part of this picture, because I am still in the youthful world, thinking about the future of the world, and many things are too late to be prepared and they will begin to play in full swing. So in this grand scene, my little youth finally stays in my memory with a silent gesture. I can’t have a little light in the universe because I’m not Mr. Newton or Ms. Curie. I dreamed of watching the long starry sky when no one was in the middle of the night, looking for a meteor, making a wish, and simply wishing that the people around me could be happy.