我是一个很容易被人遗忘的孩子。 我在一幢红色的大楼里念高中,我比班上任何一个人都怀旧。怀旧是一种让人疲倦得无助的感觉,我每天都在努力地回忆过去.挖掘深藏在脑海中的点点滴滴,所以我的脑汁通常都不够用。孤独的时候我会很安静地坐在拥挤的教室里,看斑驳的阳光透过玻璃一点一点地渗漏进来,然后毫无保留地反射到我的视线里,在灿烂的阳光里,我看见每个人都有一张寂寞的脸。 I am a kid who is easily forgotten. I read a high school in a red building, I am nostalgic than any other person in my class. Nostalgia is a sense of lethargy and helplessness, and I work hard to remember the past. Digging bits and pieces in my head, my brain is usually not enough. When I was alone, I was sitting quietly in a crowded classroom, watching the dappled sunbeam leaking through the glass bit by bit and then unreservedly reflected into my sight. In the sunshine, I See everyone has a lonely face.