踟蹰在夜的边缘,阒然的空气在蟋蟀的呜声中微微颤抖,一抹轻灵的微风便拂动了冷冷的月光。不经意地回首,光景绵长。流过的岁月好似汩汩流动的清泉,轻抚着心灵最柔软的角落。花开花落,四季更迭,在生命中雕刘出一圈又一圈的轮回。静静地仰望星空,任回忆纵横交错。点点滴滴的曾经,如同天幕中静静悬挂的星,映照着所有的青春年少悲欢离合的倒影。尘封的日记,静默地蜷缩在被黑夜浸染的书桌上。神明吹出的微风,绕过交叉的十 踟 蹰 On the edge of the night, the whirring air shuddered slightly in the crickets’ whine, and a faint breeze whisk the cold moonlight. Inadvertently look back, the scene longevity. Flowing through the years is like a wandering flow of spring, stroking the softest corner of mind. Flowers bloom, four seasons change, in the life of Liu Liu round after round of reincarnation. Quietly looking at the stars, Ren Ren memories criss-cross. Bit by bit, as if quietly hanging stars in the sky, reflecting the reflection of all the young and young joys and sorrows. Dusty diary, curled silently curled up in the dark night dipped desk. God breeze blowing, bypassing the cross ten