时光像位老人,和蔼却善变。他带领我们走过四季的繁盛与荒芜,又刻下一圈圈年轮的模样。十四岁的年华轰轰烈烈地从头顶掠过,一瞬间,悲凉却无可奈何;一年年,我们终究要长大。是时候出发了,勇敢地奔赴未知的旅途,阳光早已存在,毕竟已是初三了。 Time like the elderly, amiable but fickle. He led us through the four seasons of prosperity and barrenness, and engraved a ring of ring appearance. The fourteen-year-old’s year-old vigorously swept past his head, for the moment, desolate but do nothing about; year after year, we eventually have to grow up. It is time to embark on the journey to the unknown, courageously, the sun already exists, after all, is the third day.