不知不觉来到了人生第十七个路口,没有摇曳的生日烛光,一个人静静地、默默地坐在临街的一角,独自品味曾走过的路,曾唱过的歌。十七年的路,好短,好长。那童年时的纯真和梦幻还不曾远去,那少年不识愁滋味的“无所谓”还挂在嘴边,就这样上路了。随着季节的更替,成长岁月里留下的脚 Unconsciously arrived at the 17th intersection of life, there is no swaying birthday candlelight, a person quietly and silently sat in the corner of the street, alone tasted the road that had been used, the song that had sung. The road for seventeen years is very short and long. The innocence and dreams of childhood were not far away. The “indifferent” that the youngsters did not know about was still on the verge of being on the way. With the change of the season, the foot that grew up in the years