18岁是条蜿蜒的楚河。这一刻,我立在岸边,等候着过河。晴空底下杂花生树、群莺乱飞,上苍慷慨地往尘世间泼了瓢温水,于是什么都鲜嫩起来,还带点儿暖意。这个季节的情感很容易泛滥,尤其是春愁。天正蓝,草正绿,偏叹“韶光易逝”;人在跑,花在笑,却言“落红无情”。春愁这种情绪细软绵柔,像蜘蛛网一样,把活色生香的生命之塔占领,新添的一砖一瓦都被同化成残垣断壁。 18-year-old is a winding Chu River. At this moment, I stood on the bank, waiting to cross the river. Mixed with peanut trees under clear sky, the group of Orioles fly, God generously poured into the earth to pour warm water, so what are fresh and tender, but also a little warmth. The sentiment of this season is very easy to flood, especially spring sadness. Tianzheng blue, grass is green, sigh “Shaoguang fleeting ”; people are running, spend laughing, but the words “fall red ruthless ”. Chun-chu This feeling of soft, soft, like a spider web, the living tower of life occupied by the living, add a new tile has been assimilated into ruins.