Staring at the sky and stars, I seem to still dream of dying in the place, watching the maturing of me, no one knows my heart is the strands of scars. Open the dust has long memories, those who linger in the heart or the memory of bitter or sweet, still sad umbrella, this umbrella seems to want to bring memories of the hot shelter to live and let the temperature of heart ache, but this not work, I am deeply to appreciate the wounds have been opened, and very difficult to heal ... ...
Still remember that day did the temperature of the sun, I took a mess of his Yijiao cried, praying his hands in his pockets inside give me a warm hug, but I was aware of retention have been futile, nostalgic how, having left matter whether it was a foregone conclusion.
To this end, I paid the price that can not be recovered, a once carefree, simple girl was free and easy to learn how to look at this world from the vicissitudes of life and the world changed, childish heart was sinking, then chopped constantly becoming tangled in Emotional Memory to Sanjiang deep together. Later, that is 17 years old, 17-year-old full of sad, full of frustration, full of confusion ... ...
May be the last I was told, "This is a beautiful 17-year-old age, the future long way to go, everything is to be continued," is not it? To this end, I have drawn a question mark ... ...
当岁月的流转与时光的轮回天迹可寻时，蓦然回首，我才发现自己已为生命演释了十七个年头。
凝望满天星辰，我似乎依旧在旧梦凋零的地方，望着日渐成熟的我，没人知道我的内心已是缕缕伤痕。打开尘已久的回忆，那些萦绕在心底或苦涩或甜蜜的怀念，至今忧伤的伞，这把伞似乎想遮挡住回忆带来的炙热得让心发疼的温度，可是这不行，我深深地体会到，伤痕已经被掀开了，很难痊愈……
还记得那天的太阳没了温度，我拉着他的衣角哭得一塌糊涂，祈求他那插在口袋里的手能给我一个温暖的拥抱，可是我早已知道挽留已徒劳，眷恋如何，不舍也罢，这早已成定局。
为此我付出了无法挽回的代价，一个曾无忧无虑、单纯洒脱的女孩却从此学会如何看待世间的沧桑与世变，那颗幼稚的心也被那斩不断理还乱的情丝变得深沉起来。后来就是十七岁，十七岁充满了伤感，充满了无奈，充满了迷惘……
可最后有人告诉我“十七岁这是美丽的年龄，未来的路还很长，所有的一切都是未完待续”是吗？为此，我划下了一个问号……