曾几何时,你坚信,未来是孤旅,青春是其中等待穿越的一部分。那时候未来遥远而没有形状,梦想还不知道该叫什么名字,15岁的你常常一个人走很远的路。那年闷热的夏天,中考的失利让你不得不重新坐在初三教室的座位上,这样的开场白像是要费尽笔墨来道一个冗长的过往,而实际上你的15岁只是呼啸而过。 Once upon a time, you are convinced that the future is a lonely journey and that youth is a part of it waiting to be crossed. At that time the distant future without shape, the dream does not know what the name, 15-year-old you often go alone alone. That hot summer, the entrance exam failure so that you have to re-sit in the seat of the third grade classroom, such an opening as if to waste ink to a long past, and in fact your 15-year-old just roared past .