我在狂奔。风声疾驰而过,呼啸间有饱满的质感,就像有人在用力拍打安塞腰鼓。我变得紧张而又热烈,生命的赛道上留下了又一串回不去的痕纹。我在狂奔。青春打马归来,哒哒的马蹄声清楚地告诉不再懵懂的我:有些路,走过了就不能再回头;有些人,遇见了就不会再错过。比如高三。比如我所珍视的——可爱的你们。正在燃烧的高三,常常令我头晕目眩、筋疲力竭。你们的存在,让我在被玻璃窗切割成 I’m running. Winds galloping past, there is full of roaring texture, like someone was patting Ansai drum waist. I became nervous and enthusiastic, leaving another string of indelible markings on my life’s track. I’m running. Youth back to the horse, da da clatter clearly told me not understand: some way, walked can not go back; some people met met will not be missed. For example, high school. For example, I cherish - cute you. The third year of burning, often make me dizzy, exhausted. Your presence, let me cut into glass windows