雨落如珠育出必行。那时候,我还小,在数着糖纸的时光里也可以慢慢地睡着。那些慢慢的时光,像被我们遗忘的一道又一道风景。即使我们不再远行,那些风景依然可以历历在目。仿佛笔墨氤氲开的山水,透着鲜活。他们都是缓慢岁月里最美丽的风景、最动人的歌声。那些慢慢的岁月再也难 Rain falls like a bead birth will do. At that time, I was still young and could fall asleep slowly while counting candy. Those slow hours, like the forgotten by us one after another landscape. Even if we no longer travel, those landscapes are still vivid. As if the pen and ink open the landscape, reveals fresh. They are the most beautiful scenery in slow years, the most touching song. Those slow years are no longer difficult