我很喜欢那段光阴里的自己,没钱买漂亮衣服一点也不可怕,因为青春无限好……我的青春岁月是卑微的,卑微到流言可以肆无忌惮飞来中伤。而我,在这陌生的城市里,只能独自拭泪疗伤,第二天,当阳光莅临这座城市,我又像打不死的小强一样,昂扬着出门了。那时候很苦,但几 I really like myself during that time. I have no money to buy beautiful clothes. It is not terrible because I am inexperienced in youth. My youth is humble, humble to gossip can be slandered unscrupulously. And I, in this strange city, can only wipe the tears healing alone, the next day, when the sun came to this city, I am like playing Xiaoqiang not die, high out. At that time very bitter, but a few