每次听许巍那首《少年》,心头就会涌起一点小忧伤,伴随着一种略显斑驳的画面感。在歌声里,我似乎与那个名叫“吴志翔”的懵懂少年狭路相逢。他站在操场上,稚嫩,清新,感受着蔚蓝天空下晨风拂面的温柔。他几乎一无所有,手心里却紧紧攥住一个还沾着朝露的梦想。虽然他并不清楚,那梦想究竟是什么。歌中唱道:“世界已过去多少年,如今的你们在哪里?经历着什么样的故事、什么样的幸福伤痛?”哪怕像我这么平凡的一个人,从少年 Every time I listen to Xu Wei that “juvenile”, my heart will be filled with a little sadness, accompanied by a slightly mottled sense of the picture. In the singing voice, I seem to meet with the ignorant boy named “Wu Zhixiang”. He stood on the playground, immature, fresh, feeling the morning breezes gentle under the blue sky. He had almost nothing, but his hand was tightly clutching a dream of dawn. Although he is not clear, what is the dream? Singing songs: “How many years have passed the world, where are you now? What kind of story is going through, what kind of happiness? ” Even if I am such an ordinary person, from young