引子:我想唱一首属于我们的歌;写一章属于我们的字;念一些属于我们的事,让我们的伤都慢慢的愈合。青春是手牵手,坐上了都不回头的火车,总有一天我们都老了,不会遗憾就OK了。那一年天空很高,风很清澈,从头到脚都快乐。毕业倒数100天自己和自己打了一架,分不清白昼与黑夜,昏天暗地的冗长时光。每天像打了鸡血一样的激进,会不知不觉逼迫着自己看书,写字,为的只是在高考的战场上给所有人一个交待。我不是个有才的 Introduction: I want to sing a song that belongs to us; write a chapter that belongs to us; read something that belongs to us and let our wounds heal slowly. Youth is hand in hand and sits on a train that never looks back. We will all be old one day and we will not regret it. The sky was very high that year. The wind was clear and happy from head to toe. Gradually count down 100 days to play with oneself, can not distinguish between day and night, long dark days. Every day, as aggressive as chicken blood, people would unknowingly persuade themselves to read and write, just for the sake of everyone on the battlefield of the college entrance examination. I am not a talented person