一“傻孩子,你知道否,四十二岁的他们,已不再年轻”。当你开始审视自己时,你突然发现,1995年的你离那个既憧憬又矛盾的十八岁,真的不远了。然后你便开始迷惘,不安,紧张地等待着宣判你长大的钟声敲响,继而心平气和地面对这突如其来的改变。你说,不想长大,去疯吧,趁着年轻,还经得起失败。一年年,你都惊喜地发现自己正在一点点拔高,一厘米,两厘米……等到有一天,你终于不用再仰视他们的时候,你自豪地笑了。可你想过没有,这到底是因为你的成长,还是因为他们的老去…… A silly boy, you know, no, they are no longer forty-two. " When you start to look at yourself, you suddenly realize that you were not far from the visionary and contradictory 18-year-old in 1995. Then you begin to lose yourself, restless, and nervously waiting for the bells to grow up to ring and calmly face this sudden change. You say, do not want to grow up, go crazy, taking advantage of young, but also stand the failure. Every year, you are pleasantly surprised to find yourself pulling a little bit higher, one centimeter, two centimeters ... You wait until one day when you finally do not have to look up to them and you are proud to smile. Can you think no, this in the end because of your growth, or because of their old ...