夏天来得有些迟,但终究还是来了。身边的同学漫步在校园小径,享受着灿烂的阳光。人群中,有些是手拉手的好朋友,他们一起述说着青春的情怀;而有些,自然是那种特殊的朋友,肩并肩,感受着幸福的微妙。老师路过,也只是微微一笑。毕竟,谁都年轻过。而我是怀着偷窥的心理看到这一切的。一如既往地蜷缩在教室里那个只属于我的阴暗角落,冷漠地看着有阳光的世界。那些,仿佛都与我无关。我的世界没有裙摆,没有男生,只有一如既往的 Summer is a little late, but it’s still coming. Students walk around the campus trails, enjoy the bright sunshine. In the crowd, some are good friends who are hand in hand, all of whom together describe the youthful feelings; while others are naturally the kind of special friends who stand side by side and feel the subtlety of happiness. Passing by the teacher is only a slight smile. After all, nobody is young. And I see it all with the peeping psychology. As always, curled up in the classroom that belongs only to my dark corner, indifferently looking at a sunny world. Those, it seems, have nothing to do with me. My world is no skirt, no boys, only as always