满是黑色墨迹的草稿纸被折成纸飞机散落在教室四处,在我眼前却显出水的纯色,干净不留一点污渍。随着某天一声铃响,再也不见了踪迹。过了那天真烂漫的花季雨季,还要多久才能再见到久违的水色纸飞机?“嘿,记不记得当初他们折的最好的那只纸飞机送给了谁?”“记得……是给了那三年的青春。” Drafts full of black ink were folded into paper planes scattered around the classroom, showing a solid color of water to my eyes without any stains. As the bell rang one day, there was no more trace. How long before we see the long-lost water-colored paper plane again? “Hey, do not remember who gave them the best paper plane they had folded? ” “Remember ... ... for the three years of youth. ”