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感谢时光,我的少年。你不属于任何人,你只存在于我的回忆里。1我记得,那是一个带着慵懒气息的早晨。我像往常一样利用早读前的一点时间,跑到一楼的图书馆借书。不知是我时间没掌握好还是监督早读的老师提早到,总之我“迟到”了。我只好抱着书,尴尬地站在教室门外。但此时,一只乳白色的垃圾桶竟无故地摆在我眼前。我不禁一愣。只见你高瘦的身形被初绽的晨光打上一层毛茸茸的金粉,逆光在我身旁站着。你没有过分
Thanks for the time, my boy. You do not belong to anyone, you only exist in my memory. 1 I remember, it was a morning with a lazy breath. As usual, I spent a little while before the morning reading and went to the library on the first floor to borrow books. I do not know that I did not master the time or supervise the early reading teacher to early, in short, I “late ”. I had to hold the book, standing awkwardly outside the classroom. But at this time, a milky white trash was in my sight for no reason. I can not help but surprised a moment. I saw you tall figure was the early morning dawn marked with a layer of fluffy powder, light standing next to me. You are not over