高三那年,我恍神走上了一段小路,那是现实和梦想中间的那一段路,虽然我知道走上这条路是迟早的事情,但我还是泼忍住提前走了上去。如今,母亲再跟旁人聊起我的高三,语气里还是忍不住露出些惋惜:是那些文章把他给害了。说话的时候,母亲拿眼睛看我。当年她眼中是有责怪甚至于有些怨恨的,可是现在只剩那么一点点惋惜 The third year of high school, I walked into a trail of God, that is the middle of the road between reality and dream, although I know that this road is a matter of course, but I still refuse to live ahead of schedule. Today, my mother chatted with other people and then talked about my high school, or could not help but regret in showing some regret: those articles gave him harm. When speaking, my mother looked at me with her eyes. Her eyes were blame or even some resentment, but now only a little bit sorry