夜深人静,我躺在床上,回想起一幕幕往事,追悔莫及! 我终于经不住诱惑,随几个男同学第一次走进了舞厅……不少人爱把19岁比作人生的花季,但我的花季既不是在宽敞明亮的教室里度过,也不像诗人笔下所形容的那般如梦如诗,而将是在监狱。上小学的时候,我就给自己编织了许多绚丽的梦,抱着美好的愿望,我发愤学习,15岁时,我考上了梦寐以求的市重点中学高中部。爸妈很高兴,逢人便夸我聪明,是上大学的苗子,我成了他们的骄傲。 Deep in the dead of night, I lay in bed, recalled the scenes, regret! I finally could not stand the temptation, with a few boys for the first time into the ballroom ... ... Many people love 19 years old compared to the flower of life , But my flower season is neither in a bright and spacious classroom, nor as poet described as a dream poetic, but will be in prison. When I was in elementary school, I gave myself a lot of gorgeous dreams, good wishes, and I studied hard. At the age of 15, I was admitted to the city’s key middle school high school. Parents are very happy, everyone will boast I am smart, is a seedling university, I became their pride.