classroom just liked fights the field, the examination paper was an enemy, our dissipated in the world. The recollection writes about gradually the light memory as before, is anticipating vaguely memory opening of once more. In the long time perpetual flow, I slowly am also growing up, in liking hating in rival in love and vicissitudes of life slowly mature. Until now, I discovered that human always more grows up more thought is lonely and lonely. Suddenly, bewildered in this mortal world of this red candle green liquor, I have passed through 17-year-old rainy season, soon will welcome in the person life the most brilliant time passage----18-year-old flower season. Under 18-year-old sky, I have not wanted to grow up, cover entirely the dark cloud under the curtain of night, cannot seek that golden time passage again, wants to wander all over the world in light of this, but in the heart hidden is also keeping that road not