生命汩汩地流过,我们含着眼泪张望,却听不见声音,是谁顺手带走了年华最绚烂的部分,只剩下空白的稿纸,跳着规范的圆舞曲,所有回忆都忘记了地址,回不了家,照在青春边上的那一米阳光,被凸透镜反射,散入了流光。——引子一公里的回忆飘成空气跳出绿春悲秋残冬,你泼墨了墙角残缺的预言,于是就渲染出了一个跌宕的夏天……初夏的午后,阳光落在教室窗帘上的味道,厚重而浓烈,你站在窗前,窗帘卷起 Life flowed, we have tears, but can not hear the voice, who took away the most gorgeous section of the year, leaving only the blank manuscript, dancing standard waltzes, all memories have forgotten the address, back Can not go home, according to one of the youth on the edge of the sun, was reflected by the convex lens, scattered streamer. - Introduction of a kilometer of memories floating into the air out of the spring and autumn and winter, you ink the corner of the incomplete prediction, then rendering a ups and downs of the summer ... early summer afternoon, the sun fell on the classroom curtain taste, Thick and strong, you stand in the window, curtains rolled up