在这个梦想不被理解,分数决定一切的时代,眼看身边人随了大众,往同一方向奔流时,被视为另类的我却执着地坚持走自己的路,这样的文字,倔强却又透着一丝莫名的哀愁。我唯唯称是,虔诚得都想打自己耳光。但结果是:再到写命题作文时,我依旧是“随心所欲”的小火车。全班唯一能够理解并和我谈得来的,只有玮。他修长而白皙的手指,一头长长的碎发,遮住了眼睛,说话时会用手轻轻一拂。用他的话说:“这叫个性艺术。”的确,全校学生甚至连音乐老师也不得不承认,玮有着很强的音乐天赋,那修长的手指只要一搭上琴键,就好像蝴蝶闻到花香,手指翩翩起舞,琴音圆润有力,不张 In the era when this dream is not understood and the decisiveness decides everything, seeing people around me follow the general public and run in the same direction, they are regarded as alternative. However, I persistently stick to my own path. This kind of writing is stubborn but reveals An inexplicable sadness. I only said yes, pious want to fight their own slap in the face. But the result is: to write the proposition composition, I still “freewheeling ” train. The only class that can understand and talk to me is Wei. His slender and white fingers, a long hair, covered his eyes, his hand gently when the whisk. In his words: “This is called art. ” Indeed, the whole school students and even music teachers have to admit, Wei has a strong musical talent, that slender fingers as long as the catch on the keyboard, as if the butterfly smelled Floral, dancing fingers, mellow sound, not Zhang