我们骑着“生命之马”,在“时间”的路上奔驰,有如疾风。时而冲进炮火纷飞的战场,弹雨在身边呼啸。炸弹在火光中爆炸。时而在崇山峻岭间驰过峥嵘赤裸的峭壁和凶险的深谷。时而游过波涛汹涌的深渊。从不停歇地向前奔驰。不断有伙伴从“马上”跌落下去。当我松开缰绳,走过下面流着清泉的板桥,在两边开着野花的平坦大路上缓缓前进时,想起那些消逝的朋友和同志,即使在滚滚的人海里穿行,也感到孤独和空寞。但是上天仍然给我留下一些老友,感伤旅途想视悠悠。在为数已经不多的老友中,从我小学生时就识的一个最亲密 We rode the “horse of life” in the “time” on the road Mercedes-Benz, like a blast. Sometimes burst into the battlefield of artillery, bullets roared around. The bomb exploded in flames. From time to time in the mountains across Chi towering naked cliffs and dangerous deep valleys. Sometimes swim through the abyss. Never stop driving forward. There are constantly falling partners from “immediately.” When I let go of the reins, I walked past the Itabashi with a flowing spring and slowly moved forward on the open road with wildflowers on both sides, I remembered those lost friends and comrades who felt lonely and even walking through the rolling sea Empty. But God still left me some old friends, sentimental journey want to see leisurely. Among the few old friends, I know most from my elementary school