泛黄的笔记本记载着太多故事，而我的故事就从这里开始我可能忘了年少的样子，但我始终记得那个夏天，周围的人的喧闹和放肆招摇的风。我挑选着残缺的记忆，再重新拼在一起……风敛起了时光的裙...

Someone asked me that I could not see a certain tuture, I would not pay. I can only say that not every kind of effort is in pursuit of results.有人问我，如果看不到确定的未来，还要...