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时间，你别那么任性！我还没来得及适应腥气的牛奶味儿，你就让我断奶了。

时间，你别那么残忍！我还没玩够呢！怎么就要去幼儿园了呢？那里的老师看起来好可怕，我不想和她们在一起！


时间，你太过分了！怎么就九点了呢？我的数学作业还没写完呢！哎，小学的日子怎么可以这样！“你他妈是个猪！？这么简单的题都不会你天天学啥了！”唏，我的脑袋......

时间，你别走，别带我走！我不想走，我不要上中学！我刚刚看开和坏同学的矛盾！好日子还没来呢！我想和我那些朋友躺在实验班门口打滚，在空无一人的操场上大笑，在第二天早上慌忙补数学作业。
还想在最不开心的时候有一群朋友安慰我，和张馨雨一起上拉丁舞，和田俊菲勾肩搭背，和龚萌乔刘芳吵个小架，时常在一起回忆一年级的张晶，一起被数学老师留下补课到晚上。

时间，请你走快点吧，对于我来说，这三年我该怎么去过呢？想念陵园那个“危楼”，想念新楼的五三班，我曾经和张馨雨傻不拉唧的玩过“卷心菜”，我和她一起“偷窥”音乐老师，还有樊莉华的那张“食人花”，很有深度，我一直都记着她唯恐世界毁灭的眼神，和好笑的画功。我记得六年级和樊莉华这小子做同桌，经常吵架，但是从来都没有真正的吵过。越想，就越难过，越难过就越想发泄，于是我开始用文字，尽管表达的不怎么样，甚至有时候我觉得这简直就是在糟蹋优美的汉字。无论怎样，我还是写下去了。时间教给我珍惜，交给我忍受孤独，却没有教会我真正处它们办法，初一到初二，那是我情绪起伏最大的时候，我想过割腕，想过辍学，自残过，自卑过，懊恼过，厌恶过。最后，我身上虽然伤痕累累，但是已经明白很多了。我以为我会改，但最后还是伤害了支持我的人，说什么对不起都没用了。那天扎了轮胎后我就后悔了，回家后下了大雨，我彻底傻了，我有了想带着工具去学校帮老师修车的冲动，但最后没去，因为我不会，而且雨天我未必能找到她。第二天我就被一些男生告了，其实班主任可以给我处分，我愿意接受。老师我欠你的，还不上了。我拿什么换？只能弥补了。只是我的历史老师，她 没义务像班主任一样看到我极端叫到办公室谈话，所以我欠她。初三，我变了。我不再想眼前的事，我虚了，越来越虚。穷的只会想象了。因为对自己完全失望了，唯一办法就是逃避现实 ，看电视，玩电脑，到了中考前几个月干脆请长假待在家里。我每天听着实验小学的眼保健操曲起床，在该吃中午饭的时候吃早饭，在同学纠结怎么躲过监视器的时候我在大大方方在电脑上写，看。同样是在写，我在写短文，同学在写卷子，我在看新闻，同学在看书学习。我后悔，我现在后悔请了长假，就算是有些东西学不会，我也很有必要走到最后，无论这个句号画的够不够完美，至少还有同学情谊，虽然没什么朋友。初中三年，是我变化最大的三年。
时间，你容我想一想，我究竟在干什么？中考后成绩很差，我想去南方上个中专或者3+2，很多同学都去了，学个计算机，也不用害怕自己不喜欢了。最后还是神经质的进了高中，七里营中学。其实我比较喜欢和同学住在同一个寝室说说笑笑，有点恐惧，对，是有点恐惧，担心又是寂寞的三年。还好，没那么遭，寝室的同学都很好，食堂的饭很难吃，可以说是恶心，但是我在那待了将近两个星期，瘦了很多很多。因为每天都是没削干净皮的土豆，没炒熟的洋白菜，只有西红柿没有鸡蛋的“西红柿炒鸡蛋”，只有韭菜的胡辣汤，只有面的小酥肉。然后我回来了，去铁一，这个铁一样的一中，进了一个铁一样的班，选了一个让我后悔N长时间的专业，抱着太过理想化的思想看待人和事，抱着太乐观的心态看待事情的发展，老天爷很好玩，总是给我出乎意料的结局。所以我也懒得猜了，顺其自然吧。我一直在祸害自己，我亲手把自己推进了坑里，我亲手扼死了我创造出来的花朵。
所以，时间，请你歇一歇吧！停下来看看人类的世界吧！别那么冷漠！我们也是被鞭子抽打的陀螺呐！陀螺都不可能永远旋转，更何况是有感情有思想的人呢？别让我太多的顾虑你而丢失了大部分的东西，你不是控制人类的吗？如果你把人类都管累了，管死了，你的存在还有什么意义呢？

从零到一，从一到十六，我究竟变了多少？我是变的优秀了，还是更差劲了呢？我知道你们的答案！





Sixteen, sixteen, I am sixteen in July. I in this miserable world existed for sixteen years, strange.

Time, you don't be so headstrong! I haven't had time to smell the taste of milk, can you let me weaning.

Time, you don't be so cruel! I didn't have enough fun! How to go to kindergarten? The teacher looks so terrible, I don't want to be with them!

Time, you've gone too far! How nine points? My math homework hasn't been finished yet! Hey, how can such a primary school days! " You're a fucking pig!? Such a simple question won't you every day to learn what!" Hey, my head ... ...

Time, you do not go, do not take me away! I don't want to go, I don't want to high school! I just look on and bad students contradiction! Good day has not come! I want my friends lying in the experimental class doorway roll, laugh in the empty playground, in the very next day morning hurriedly maths homework.

Want the happy time with a group of friends to comfort me, together with a back the rain Latin dance, and Tian Junfei jump, and Gong Meng Jo Liu Fang had a small frame, often in memories of the first grade math teacher Zhang Jing, was left up to the evening.

Time, please hurry up, for me, in this three years I should how to? The" dangerous" Miss cemetery, Miss new class five three, and I had a Xinyu silly not to pull the pump played" cabbage", she and I together," Voyeur" music teacher, and Fan Lihua 's" Maneater", is very deep, I always remember her for fear of the world., and funny painting work. I remember the sixth grade and Fan Lihua the kid partner, often quarrel, but never really had. Think more, more and more sad sad, the more you want to vent, so I started writing, although the expression is not good, even sometimes I think it is wasting the beautiful Chinese characters. Anyway, I still write down. Time teaches me to treasure, handed me endure loneliness, has not taught me to really place they approach, first to second day, that's my mood swings when the greatest, I want a cut, thought about dropping out of school, self-mutilation, low self-esteem, annoyance, disgust. Finally, me though scarred, but already know a lot. I think I will change, but ultimately hurt the people who support me, say sorry not used. The day after I pricked tyre regret, after coming home under a heavy rain, I thoroughly silly, I have to go to school to help the teacher with a tool car impulse, but in the end did not go, because I'm not rain, but I may not be able to find her. The very next day I was some boys told, but he can give me the punishment, I am willing to accept. I owe you, are not on the. What do I have to change? Can make up for. Just my history teacher, she has no obligation as a teacher to see my extreme called to the office talk, so I owe her. Third, I changed. I don't think there, I was weak, more and more empty. The poor could only imagine. Because they are completely disappointed, is the only way to escape from reality, watch TV, play computer games, to the senior high school entrance examination before a few months simply take a long vacation at home. Every day I listen to the Experimental Primary School of eye exercises: get up, in the lunch time to eat breakfast, in schoolmate how I escaped with the monitor in the letter written in computer, see. Also in writing, I was to write a short essay, students write papers, I read the news, students read a Book learning. I regret, I regret now extended leave, even some things to learn, I am also very necessary to go to the end, whether this painting is quite perfect, at least another classmate friendship, although no friends. The junior middle school three years, I was the biggest change in three years.

Time, let me think, what should I do? Senior high school entrance examination after the performance is poor, I want to go to the South on a secondary or 3+2, many students go to learn a computer, don't be afraid, don't like himself. Finally the neurotic entered high school, seven in the business school. I actually liked and students living in the same dormitory have a pleasant talk together, a little bit of fear, right, is a little bit of fear, afraid and lonely three. Well, not so bad, the dormitory students are very good, the food is terrible, can be said to be sick, but I stayed there for nearly two weeks, thin a lot. Because every day that you live is clean skin peel potatoes, not fried cabbage, only tomato no eggs" scrambled eggs", only the leek spicy soup, only the pork. Then I came back, to the iron, the iron one in, into an iron class, choose a let me regret for N long time professional, holding too idealized mind about people and things, holding too optimistic attitude towards the development of things, God is fun, always give me exceeding one's expectations. So I can't be bothered to guess, letting nature take its course. I have been ill, I put myself into the pit, I personally strangle me created flowers.

Therefore, time, please take a rest! Stop to have a look to the human world! Don't be so cold! We are a whip of gyro! Gyroscope may not always spins, let alone have feelings and thoughts of people? Don't let me worry too much you lost most of the things, you don't control the human? If you put the human tube tired, dead, your what?

From zero to one, from one to sixteen, how much I really changed? I'm getting good, or bad? I know your answer! ]]> https://ameblo.jp/chinayunjia/entry-11222428814.html Sat, 14 Apr 2012 00:08:05 +0900