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我们那些不敢说出的心事、没有结局的故事,就像盛夏里短促的雷雨,毫无征兆地降临,悄然无声地离去,带着些许的甜蜜,又带着些许的疼痛。青葱的中学时代,十几岁的我们,桌子上堆满了各科习题,床头贴着满是正能量的座右铭,老师、家长每天给我们灌输“独木桥”“起跑线”之类的概念,熬夜和压力使得原本粉嫩的脸蛋变得蜡黄……早恋?那是那些调皮捣蛋的“坏学生”才会做的事。可有一天,我们从重重叠叠的习题与试卷中抬起头望向窗外,然后,看到了他。偷看时,对方不期然地转头,眼神对视的瞬间,心好像快要跳出来了一样。
The stories of those who dare not speak out and have no end, just like the thunderstorms in midsummer, come without warning, quietly leave, with a little sweetness, with a little pain. Lush middle school, teenage us, the table filled with the subjects of various subjects, bedside is full of positive motto, teachers, parents every day to inculcate us “single wooden bridge ” “starting line ” and the like The concept of staying up late and stressing makes the pinky face waxy ... puppy love? That’s what naughty schoolchildren do. One day, we looked out of the window from the overlapping exercises and papers, and saw him. Peeking, the other turned around unexpectedly, the moment of eye to eye, the heart seems to be about to jump out the same.