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十六岁的花季走了。十七岁的雨季去了。年轻的我进入了十八岁的天空。十八岁的天空并不像花季的天空那样绚丽多彩,也不像雨季的天空那样的愁云密布。躺在十八岁的天空下,我不禁想起了走过的花季雨季的沼泽岁月。在我的印象里,“梦”与“思”是这段岁月的两个主题。梦花季雨季是个多梦的季节。我没有算过,我当时有过多少美好梦想,不管是现实的还是不现实的。可以说我那时是梦得如痴如醉,想得天花乱坠。有时候,我特别想当大明星。说实话,看到闪光灯喀嚓喀嚓地对
The sixteen-year-old flowering season has gone. The seventeen-year-old rainy season went. Young I entered the eighteen-year-old sky. The eighteen-year-old sky is not as colorful as the sky in the flowering season, nor is it like the sky full of clouds in the rainy season. Lying under the eighteen-year-old sky, I can not help but think of the marsh years that have passed through the rainy season. In my mind, “dream” and “think” are the two themes of this period. The dream season rainy season is a dreamy season. I have not counted the number of good dreams I had at the time, whether realistic or unrealistic. It can be said that I was dreamy at the time and I wanted to get a good night’s sleep. Sometimes I especially want to be a big star. To tell the truth, I saw the flash click