我曾写过一篇《18岁不是长大》来迎接我的18岁,趁着青春还没有被定义的时候可以挥洒一番,开一罐啤酒,和楼下男孩大喊大叫,或是去凌晨时的路边吃一次烤串。但这都不是我想要的,我一直想的是心能和飞鸟同在。周末的时候在学校阅览室翻完每一本旅行杂志,彼时最喜欢的正在苏格兰高地上写下“有人问你现在在做什么啊?我说,我正在认认真真地,浪费生命。”我没有勇气说下这样的话,从来没有。我能做的,只有在日记里写下,告诉自己坚强可以无处不在。 I wrote an eighteen-year-old who not only grow up to meet me at 18 years of age, can take advantage of youth is still not defined, can sway, open a can of beer, shouting with the boy downstairs, or To the morning when the road to eat a skewer. But this is not what I want, I always think the heart can be with the birds. Every weekend when we finished reading every travel magazine in the school reading room, most of the time I was writing on the Scottish Highlands. “Someone asked what you are doing now? I said, I was seriously and wasted my life. ”I do not have the courage to say such a thing, never. All I can do is write down in my diary and tell myself I can be strong everywhere.