十七个年头了,朝夕相处,可我却从未好好写过你。小时候,别的倒没有什么记忆,就是那段和你分离两地的伤心,至今仍在我的心里,无法抹去。六七岁时,你为了我有更好的教育,给我转学,送我进县城读书。从未离开过你的我哭着喊着就是不同意,我抱着你不肯松手,可你,硬生生地把我从你的身旁推开,任凭我怎样求 Seventeen years old, day and night get along, but I never wrote you well. When I was young, I had no memories of anything else. It was the sadness that separated you from you and still remained in my heart and could not be erased. Six or seven years old, you have a better education for me, give me transfer, send me to study in the county seat. I have never left you crying, I do not agree, I am holding you refusing to let go, but you, abruptly push me away from you, despite my request