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那时你穿一袭淡蓝的连衣裙,走在向日葵绽放的季节里。你轻扬嘴角,笑靥若花。而我呢?我裹着厚重的大衣,在初冬里吸溜着鼻子,写一封准备寄给你的长信。曾无忧无虑,你就像小鸟般灵动轻盈。可是有一天,你沉溺在第一次切切实实的痛苦中,涕泪横流。阳光偏离了轨道,成长中的伤痛就像冬季的来临一样必然。只是,你还不懂。光阴似箭,你渐渐长大,受过委屈,流过泪水。张三会画国画,李四会弹钢琴,你总是拼命寻找自己的闪光点,却似乎一无所有。某天,你遇见了第一个好友。就像所有洒狗血的电
At that time, you wear a light blue dress, walking in the season of sunflower bloom. You Yang Yang mouth, smiling like a flower. And what about me? I wrapped my thick coat, sucking my nose in early winter and writing a long letter ready to be sent to you. Have been carefree, you are like a bird-like smart and light. But one day, you indulge in the first real pain, tears flow. The sun is off track, and the growing pain is just as inevitable as the onset of winter. But you still do not understand. Time flies, you gradually grow up, wronged, through tears. Zhang San will draw traditional Chinese painting, Li Si will play the piano, you always desperately looking for their own flash point, but it seems nothing. One day, you met your first friend. It’s like all spitting blood