我在整个春天举着指头数春雨,一场春雨一场暖。我牢记了一句话:所有情感都很潮湿。春天,去日的一些小事都还历历在目,人是一个没有长久记忆的动物,可记忆有着贪婪的胃口,总是逃不脱回忆童年。我还有别人,由盛而衰的往事,以生命最美丽的部分传递着岁月的品质。一场秋雨一场寒,人类所有的痛苦都涵盖在失去季节的痛苦里,如今,时光搁浅在一个只有通过回忆才能记起来的 I held a finger in the spring spring rain, a warm spring rain. I remember one sentence: all emotions are very humid. In spring, some of the little things going to Japan are still vivid. People are animals that do not have long-term memory. They can remember greedy appetites and can not escape recalling their childhood. I still have others, from the ups and downs of the past, the most beautiful part of life to convey the quality of the years. A cold autumn, all human suffering are covered in the loss of the season’s pain, and now, the time has run aground in a can only remember through memories