人生就像一列疾驰的列车,载着我的过去、未来及现在一路开着,偶尔会在中途的车站停下。虽然我知道最后的终点站在哪里,但还是忍不住迷恋路边的小站。 我自认为是个敏感的人。因为我很小的时候就懂得怎样去欣赏路边的野花,就喜欢常常坐在凹凸不平的石阶上望着漂着水草的河面发呆。当这些零碎的记忆中的生活不再无限止地重复的时候, Life is like a galloping train, carrying my past, the future and now all the way to open, and occasionally stop in the middle of the station. Although I know where the final destination is, I still can not help but fascinate the small roadside station. I consider myself a sensitive person. Because when I was young, I knew how to appreciate the wildflowers on the roadside. I like to sit on the uneven stone steps and look at the river with floating plants in a daze. When the life in these fragmented memories no longer infinite repeat,