17岁以前的我,想哭就大声地哭,想笑就大声地笑,真是不知愁滋味。那时的我,敢这么说,还不懂得什么叫做忧伤。周围有很多好同学,可以让我不开心的时候随意“打骂”以消心头之气,可她们的脸上却依然绽放着最美丽的微笑,无论我怎么任性、怎么胡闹,她们都会最大限度地包容我,也许她们会因为我过分的蛮横而生气,没关系,她们第二天照样会和我继续疯玩打闹,然后再继续忍受我的“无理取闹”。所有的东西都是在远去之后才想转身再重复一遍来 Before I was 17, I cried aloud when I wanted to cry, and laughed aloud when I wanted to laugh. I really did not feel unhappy. At that time, I dare to say that I do not know what to say sad. There are many good students around, can make me feel unhappy at any time “beaten curse ” to dismiss the heart of the gas, but their faces are still blooming with the most beautiful smile, no matter how arrogant I am, how nonsense, they will Maximize tolerance for me, maybe they will be angry because I am over-arrogant, it does not matter, they will still be the next day and I will continue to crazy play slapstick, and then continue to endure my “unreasonable”. Everything is about to turn around and repeat after going away