大一的日子热烈得有些令人头晕目眩。从中学挤上来,来不及完成从不知所措到泰然自若的转变,便已经投入到“轰轰烈烈”的强行“催化”中。社团,广播站,报社……匆匆来去,几个月下来,却连班上的女生还大多只是“似曾相识”。大二开始时,母亲淡淡一句:“二十岁了,不该考虑点别的事情么?”让我愕然了半天,恍然中细细悟出的却是一点点酸涩的无奈与怅然。是的,这些年本来很年轻也应该很精彩的日子总被自己折磨得疲惫不堪;本来不该忽略的那些真诚的守候总是被前方不可预知的景致冲淡得片迹不留。二十岁的男孩,成天身躯上背着大大的帆布包独来独往,有时在人群的前方,有时在无人的路上。 Freshman day was a bit dizzy. Squeezed from secondary school, too late to complete the transition from nothing at ease, it has been put into “vigorous ” force “catalysis ”. Community, radio stations, newspapers ... hurriedly come and go, a few months down, but even the girls are mostly just “deja vu ”. Sophomore, the mother of a touch: “Twenty years old, should not consider something else?” Let me stunned for a long time, suddenly realized in detail is a little sour helplessness and a sense of loss. Yes, these years were young and should be very exciting days when they were always worn by themselves. The sincere waiting that should have been overlooked was always removed from the unpredictable landscape by the front. Twenty-year-old boy, all day carrying big canvas carrying a loneliness, sometimes in front of the crowd, sometimes in the no-man’s way.