是掌声,可会永不消逝?是鲜花,又能否盛开不谢?当时间如潮卷来复又退去,空旷的舞台是否还能挽留住这美丽的一切?记忆,躺在记忆深处的那双红舞鞋依然那么耀眼,就象是一朵跳动的火焰,静候着带它旋转于芭蕾舞台的主人,静候着每一次充满活力的精灵之舞。汪齐凤。 Is the applause, will never fade? Is the flowers, but also in full bloom? When the time tide volumes come and go, empty stage can retain this beautiful everything? Memory, lying in the depths of memory The pair of red shoes is still so bright, like a beating flame, waiting for it with the owner rotating it on the ballet stage, waiting for every dance of the energetic Elves. Wang Qi Feng.