岁月的风铃在我们的耳边叮当作响,站在青春的路口,我静静地凝望。在成长的道路上,走过的那一串串脚印,记下了我的每一次跌倒和踉跄。这条道路上,有过繁华,也有荒凉,有过欢欣,也曾感伤,有过风吹雨打,更有鸟语花香……不知何时,我开始喜欢在日记本上写下自己的秘密,然后小心翼翼地把它锁在柜子的最底层;喜欢望着窗外清寒的雨水,感受寂寞停留指尖的凉和心底里莫名的 Years of wind chimes clinking in our ears, standing in a young juncture, I quietly stare. On the path to growth, the string of footprints I walked through recorded every fall and fall of mine. On this road, there are bustling, desolate, happy, sentimental, wind and rain, and more beautiful flowers ... I do not know when, I began to like to write my secret in the diary, and then Carefully lock it in the bottom of the closet; like to look out the window of the cold rain, feeling lonely stay fingertips cold and heart inexplicable