狂风嚣张地吼叫着,吹醒沉睡一冬的世界。大颗的雨珠在暴风裹挟下刺向过路的行人。隔着茫茫雾气,我在同样黑暗的屋里凭窗望去,尽力眺望远处隐约的街灯。我像一叶迷失方向的扁舟,在暗夜的怒涛中上下起伏。心里3年的日记一页页被狂风扬起,模糊的视界中,逐渐浮现起清晰的画面……世事一场大梦,人生几度新凉。那是第一年,定向越野比赛。对手们激烈地竞逐在狭窄的小道上。我却另辟蹊径,竹林里,巨岩后,穿梭着敏捷的影 Arrogant roaring wind, wake up sleeping winter world. Large raindrops stormed pedestrians under the storm. Across the vast fog, I was in the same dark room by the window, try to overlook the faint lights in the distance. I am like a boat lost in the direction of the boat, in the dark anger in the ups and downs. My heart 3 years diary a page of pages was blown by the wind, blurred vision, and gradually emerge from the clear picture ... ... World a dream, life several cool. That is the first year, orienteering. Opponents fiercely compete in the narrow path. But I find another way, bamboo forest, after the rock, shuttle with agile shadow