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把记忆打开,让那些过往以最美的姿态涌上心头,并非忘记了曾经的苦涩,而是那些雕刻在年少时的青葱肆意依旧那么清澈,依稀看到了姐妹们那年仲夏在操场上飘摇的百褶裙。那些时常整日没心没肺幻想白马王子的日子,那些偶尔整晚嘻嘻哈哈打闹的日子,透过嘴角上扬的弧线,投射在已退化的神经上。那一年,逃出了校门,奔向一座自己不知道为什么要去的城市,然后有了一个知道为什么要逃离的理由,最后来到一座自己知道为什么要来为什么要靠近的城市,开始融化在每日的人海车流中。
Open the memory so that those who pass in the most beautiful attitude in mind, not forgetting the bitterness of the past, but those engraving in the young wantonly still wantonly so clear, vaguely see the sisters that year swaying on the playground in midsummer hundred Pleated skirt. The days when those princes were all over the place were sometimes impatient with the lungs, and the days when they occasionally laughed and jumped around all night long were projected onto degenerated nerves through the arc of the mouth rising. That year, I escaped from school and headed for a city I did not know why I was going. Then there was a reason to know why I flee, and finally to a city where I knew why I came close to begin to melt Daily sea of people in traffic.