回忆太短,而遗忘太长。那些疼痛的青春和淋漓的泪水,都随着北上的列车呼啸而过。你用肩膀为我撑起的天空,后来变成了我眼睛里的海。18岁那年,横亘在我的青春路口上有两条路,复读或是打工,你异常镇定,斩钉截铁地说:复读。我在一旁内心做着苦苦挣扎,无论是哪一条路对于我来说都不值得一试。邻居家的孩子早早地领到了名牌大学的通知书,她妈妈找你聊天的时候说,孩子要不是发挥 Memories are too short, but forgotten too long. The pain of youth and dripping tears, with the northern train roaring past. The sky that you hold on my shoulders has become the sea in my eyes. At the age of 18, there are two roads running across my youthful juncture, repeating or working, and you are unusually calm and calmly saying: repeat. I was struggling in the heart, no matter which way is not worth a try for me. Neighbor’s child early to receive a notice of prestigious universities, her mother looking for you to chat when that child or not to play