青春匆匆，我还没来得及抓住 ，就被时光掩埋了 。被时光掩埋的青春里，有我的梦想、我的爱情 、我的友谊，如今都成了回忆。
在那段爱做梦的年华里，许多瑰丽的幻想随时随地都能涌现在脑海中。然而这些美丽的梦都被我和现实一一打碎。我只愿做梦 ，不愿意追梦，常常先断定那是不可能实现的白日梦，想想就算了 。现实只给我做梦的权利 ，没有给我实现梦境的机会。纵使做过的梦不计其数，最终我依然没能当个追梦人，任时光抹掉那些幻想 ，面对现实。
尚在憧憬爱情的年纪里，我不可救药地执着于那一次次的怦然心动之中 。然而就像《左耳》里的一句话那样，“爱对了是爱情 ，爱错了是青春 ”，我用青春交换了一次次无疾而终的恋爱。看似在放肆青春，实则不过是屈服于一次次孤单和不甘心罢了。我渴望着有一个人能够让我明白何为爱情 ，却在一次又一次伤害别人和被伤害之中依旧懵懂 。
在那害怕孤单需要陪伴的阶段中，我用心地对待那些愿意和我做伴的人。然而不管我付出多少心思，换来的也不是真心，反而是一次次的伤害和背叛。渐渐地 ，我不再轻易付出，和所有人保持着不远不近的距离，看似是朋友 ，其实不过是各有目的的陌生人 。付出少了，伤害也就减少了，但是孤单仍在 ，心依旧等着被温暖。
被时光掩埋的青春亦是我亲手埋葬的坟墓，祭奠着我的过往，提醒着我曾错过的美好。已经失去了许多 ，还剩下什么没有被时光夺走？我还有现在和未来，人生尚未终止，现在开始启程还来得及 。
Youth is in a hurry, I haven't been caught yet, I was buried by the time. In the youth buried in time, there is my dream, my love, my friendship, now I have a memories.
In that love dreaming, many magnificent fantasies can emerging in their minds anytime, anywhere. However, these beautiful dreams are broken by me and reality. I only want to dream, I don't want to chase a dream, often determine that it is impossible to achieve the daydream, think about it. Reality is only given to me the right to dream, and I have not given me a chance to realize the dream. Even if you have done countless, I still haven't been able to dreamers, and I will erase those fantasies and face reality.
It is still in the age of love, I can't help but attach it to the heart. However, like a sentence in "left ear", "Love is love, love is a youth," I use youth to exchange a neutral love. It seems that youth, it is just that it is yetfuling to be lonely and unwilling. I am eager to have a person to let me understand what love, but I still understand it again and again and injured it.
In the stage of fear of lonely, I treat those who are willing to share with me. However, no matter how much I have, I am not true, but it is a hurt and betrayal. Gradually, I will no longer pay easily, and everyone maintains not far from the distance, it seems to be a friend, but it is just a dedicated stranger. If you pay less, damage is reduced, but the lonely is still, the heart is still waiting to be warm.
The youth buried by the time is also the grave I buryed, and I am homaged with my past, reminding me that I have missed. Already lost a lot, there is still what is not taken away by time? I still have the present and future, life has not terminated, and now I started to start.
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