时间,不就是一岁、一年,且不断轮回的岁岁年年吗? 在晚唐相逢的人们已成了悲魂,在清末相逢的人们也已成了一堆腐骨。而在今天相逢的人们,只能在时间的流水中共生死,在岁月的轨道中打几个照面,传几杯伤愁。猛然思绪飞舞,辗转几度,黯然神伤。问今是何岁?今是何年?默然不语。且高歌,且痛饮,且以一醉浇熄心中的余愁。李清照的“人比黄花 Time is not the year-old, the year-old, and the reincarnation-year-old? The people who met in the late-Tang dynasty have become sad-hearted and the people who met in the late Qing dynasty have become a pile of decaying bones. People who meet today can only co-exist and die in the running water of time, playing several photos in the years orbits and passing several cups of sorrow. Suddenly thoughts fluttering, was removed several times, dejected. What age is this year? And singing, and boots, and a drunk poured heart worry. Li Qingzhao’s "Than yellow people