青春倦了。它轻轻倚靠着我的肩膀,我稍稍一低头,便能看见它宁静的睡容,胸脯微微起伏,像夏日河塘升起的暖洋洋的气泡。它或许真有些累了。分离的一道坎,生命的一次重识,亲情的一场洗礼,六年岁月中的三次跨度,让我清晰地看到青春不再是那懵懂无知的小孩,它渐渐长大了。每 Tired of youth. It leaned gently against my shoulder, and when I bowed a little, I could see it sleeping peacefully, my chest slightly fluctuating, and the warm air bubbles rising like a summer river pond. It may be really tired. A ridge of separation, a re-understanding of life, a baptism of one’s affection, and three spans in six years make me clearly see that youth is no longer a ignorant and innocent child, and it has gradually grown up. each