现在，
                                  我开始坐在那里，
                                  回忆我美好的历史，
                                  种种事情， 
                                  历历在目，
                                  但我总有一种——                                 奇怪的感觉 —— 
                                  好像在梦里，
                                  我有一种恐惧，
                                  因为那真的好像是一场梦，
                                  梦的朦胧，
                                  梦的缥缈，
                                  全都在那里体现出来了， 
                                  虚虚实实的感觉，
                                  让人琢磨不透，
                                  而那一切，
                                  又是那么清晰，
                                  我真的有点害怕了， 
                                  美好的事情，
                                  美好的回忆，
                                  他们都在，
                                  都在一步一步地远离我，
                                  我却只能朝前赶，
                                  不能回过头来，
                                  却寻琐那些甜美的记忆，
                                  让他们滋润我干涸的心田，
                                  我只能朝前赶，
                                  因为那只是——
                                  梦的虚幻，
                                  现实中的残酷，
                                  已经不再容许我去想这些事情，
                                  我只能捧着数理化，
                                  一捧就是几个小时，
                                  却不能抱着那些世界名著，
                                  痛快在书的海洋里，
                                  博览一圈，
                                  这对于我，
                                  是多么残酷的事实，
                                  他使我的心碎。。。