等待,本是一种煎熬。我们在走走停停、磕磕绊绊中度过了两年时光,当初那份对毕业的期待已被时间偷换成了珍惜。我们伸手,却拉不住旋转的时针;我们奔跑,也追不回流逝的时光。回到梦开始的地方,把没有珍惜的琐碎时光重新拾起,才发现满地都是闪闪的玻璃——在阳光下灿烂,靠近了,却让人心疼。或许,回忆就是用来回忆的。 Waiting, this is a torment. We were on a stop-and-go basis, spent two years in stumbling blocks, and the original expectation of graduation was treasured by time. We reach out, but can not pull the hour hand; we run, but also catch up with the passage of time. Returning to the beginning of the dream, picking up the trivial moments of cherished things, we found that the sparkling glass was everywhere - bright and sunny in the sunshine, but distressed. Perhaps, memories are used to recall.