成长是破茧而出的美丽,也是疼痛。最近听到很多人在唱朴树的《那些花儿》,没有感觉,他们没有唱得掉下眼泪,他们没有带着哭腔,他们不是孩子。2003年朴树的《生如夏花》卖得很好,可是我想念唱《白桦林》的朴树,那个声音温暖粗糙,眼睛前面挡着长长头发的孩子。但我只是想念,而不是伤心,毕竟那个孩子已经在笑,不再一个人哼唱着悲伤,他长大了,所有的人都要长大,我们不是彼得潘,也不是小王子。我只是为那些正在长大的孩子们失落,因为在他们的成长道路上少了一个人给他们安慰和陪伴。 Growth is beautiful and painful. Recently, many people were singing “The Flowers” by Pu Shu. They didn’t feel that they didn’t shed tears. They didn’t have tears. They weren’t children. In 2003, Shu Shu’s “Such as Summer Flowers” sold well, but I missed Pu Shu, who sang “Birchwood”. The voice was warm and rough, with long hair in front of his eyes. But I just miss, not sad, after all, the child is laughing, no longer sings a sad one, he grew up, all people must grow up, we are not Peter Pan, nor is it a little prince. I just lost for the children who are growing up because there is less one person on their path to growth to give them comfort and companionship.