一“每个孤独少年都有不一样的面孔,却有类似的气息。”窗外的阳光斜着打进来,校服的蓝边笼在一层金光里,看起来少了一丝学校赋予的严肃,多了些春日的倦怠。温娆抄下这句话,合上笔记本,细长的手指轻轻摸过衣领,骄阳仿佛蒸发出洗衣粉的味道,是家的气息。也许这是最后一次闻到了呢。那个有着同样气息的孤独少年在上课铃声响起时走到窗边坐下,他应该是刚刚运动过,起伏的胸膛,汗湿的白衬衫,还有鬓角大滴大滴滚下的 “Every lone teenager has a different face but a similar atmosphere.” "The sunlight out of the window bends diagonally, the blue border of the uniforms cages in a layer of gold, and it looks like there is no trace of seriousness given by the school , More spring burnout. Voluntarily copied this sentence, close the notebook, slender fingers gently touched the collar, the sun seems to evaporate the smell of detergent, is the home atmosphere. Maybe this is the last time it smelled yet. The lonely teenager with the same atmosphere walked to the window while the class ring rang and sat down, he should have just moved, undulating chest, sweaty white shirt,