留在沙滩上的脚印,可以被风沙覆盖,却始终抹不去那个清晰的记忆;蝴蝶从花丛中翩然飞过,却带走了花朵的芳香。岁月是公平的,它虽然会淡化甚至会抹去人们的足迹,但同时,它也会在记忆的沙滩上留下遮不住的印迹。就像我喜欢紫色,记忆的宝典里总有或深或浅的紫色印记一样。前几天我翻箱倒柜地找书,无意间找到了一本小学时的日记,随手把它翻开,映入眼帘的是一个个幼稚而不规整的字体。日记的篇幅都不长,但每一篇都记录着简单而丰富的内容。我一页一页地翻着、读着,那些被遗失了的记忆竟逐渐浮现于眼前。读到可笑处,我禁不 Footprints left on the beach can be covered with wind and sand, but can not erase the clear memory; butterflies flutter through the flowers, but take away the fragrance of flowers. Time is fair, although it will dilute and even erase people’s footsteps, but at the same time, it will leave an indelible mark on the memory of the beach. Like I like purple, the memory of the book there is always a deep or shallow purple imprint. A few days ago I went to the closet to find a book, accidentally found a diary of primary school, readily open it, greeted by a naive and irregular font. Diary length is not long, but each one records a simple and rich content. I turned page by page, read, those lost memories actually gradually emerge in front of us. Read ridiculous office, I banned