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我在校园里追逐十六岁的影子,空旷的甬道,沉寂的花园里我到处寻找,虽然明知一切已经过去,我仍然幻想它就躲在附近的某个角落,我能听见它微弱的呼吸。人们都说十六岁是人生的花季,可我的十六岁充满了许多让人厌恶的东西:作业,试卷,苦闷,烦恼,压力,迷惘。谁说郁闷和忧愁是大人的特权?我的回忆包着一层苦涩不堪的外壳,经过时间的酿制,竟也散发出甜丝丝的气味。
I chased the sixteen-year-old shadow on the campus, the empty martyrdom, and I looked around in the quiet garden. Although I knew that everything had passed, I still imagined that it would hide in a certain corner nearby, and I could hear its faint breathing. People say that sixteen is the flowering season of life, but my sixteen year old is full of many disgusting things: homework, papers, depression, troubles, stress, confusion. Who says that depression and sadness are the privilege of adults? My memories contain a bitter shell, and after a brewing time, it smells sweet.