青春·友谊翻开那本不知在抽屉里沉睡了多少个季节的留言册,每一行字都像被时间清洗过一样,但一行行字迹都还未褪去颜色,依旧显得有些苦涩。那段曾经无视青春与友谊的无序的初中岁月,顿时涌入脑中。 Youthful friendship opened the message booklet that I didn’t know how many times to sleep in the drawer. Each line of words was like being washed away. However, the lines of handwriting had not faded yet. It was still bitter. The disorderly junior high school days that once disregarded youth and friendship suddenly flooded into the brain.