17岁.有个共同点,就是每天在镜子前,龇牙咧嘴挤压青春痘。儿子现在的班级成立文学社,众同仁在冥思苦想给班刊命名时,盯着社长硕果累累的苞谷脸,豁然贯通,遂一致同意叫《青春痘》。社长即儿子,一任而已,其伟大使命莫非就是贡献脸上的那张“横看成岭侧成峰”的样板? 他老爸17岁时,引为己任的是作家使命感.社长交椅一坐好几年.几至坐穿。文学自是圣殿一般,班刊非“采贝”即“鼓浪”。我17岁时下了乡,缺鱼少肉没有油脂浪费脸上。偶尔鼻尖眉头爆出一两颗信号弹.便忧心如焚,有男知青来串门,将刘海儿拉来拨去设法遮丑。 17 years old. Have one thing in common is that every day in front of the mirror, fangs grin squeeze acne. His class now set up Literary Society, all my colleagues in the meditation trying to class name, staring at the president of fruitful Baogu face, suddenly through, then agreed to call “acne.” The president is the son, served its sole purpose, is its great mission is to contribute to the face of that piece of “horizontal as the ridge side of the peak” model? His father at the age of 17, is responsible for the writer’s mission. Sitting for several years. Literary self-Temple in general, non-publication class “mining shell” or “Gulang.” When I was 17 years old, I was out of town. Occasionally nose brow broke one or two signal bullets, then worry, a male educated youth to knock on the door, the Liu Hai children pull to try to hide the ugly.