我最近的生活变得规律起来,不再是总对着电脑游戏,而是每晚到体育场报到,慢跑一小时。刚开始跑步的时候,我绕着跑道只能跑下四分之一,再继续,肺部像是被活塞一下子注入了大量空气,胸腔的压强过大,导致我的呼吸急促,双腿也开始不听使唤,速度慢得跟走一样,不断被一个个人超越。每当这个时候,我都想放弃,可当我拖着沉重的步伐来到一旁的公用座椅上休憩的时候,我就会想起当年,也是一样的夜,一样的跑道,一样许多的奔跑者,而跑在最前面的那个瘦高身影宛如黑夜 My recent life has become more regular, no longer always in front of the computer games, but reported to the stadium every night, jogging for an hour. When I started running, I could only run down a quarter of the way around the runway and continue. The lungs were suddenly infused with a lot of air and my chest pressure was too high, causing my shortness of breath and my legs Began to listen to the call, the same slow pace, constantly being an individual beyond. Whenever this time, I want to give up, but when I took a heavy pace to the side of the public seat to rest, I will remember that year, the same night, the same runway, as many runners , While running in front of the thin figure like a dark night