又一年时光呼啸着远去了。回首最无情,似乎才芳草生兮萋萋,一转眼就落木无边霜雪催。这一年,你种桃李春风,你饮江湖夜雨,你写金戈铁马,你叹少年老去。此刻,你备好越冬的粮食和柴火,用文字与想象描画起远方。远方,闪闪有光。你在路上,云飞雪落,不惧岁月长。岁月仔细又慷慨。这一年,你一定经历过许多美好的人与事。他们是生命的光和盐,让你眷恋,愿意花时间。在他们面前,光阴不值一个钱。这一年,你也独自咀嚼过痛苦与悲伤。在冬天,那些难过挟裹着明亮的寒冷,穿过车水马龙人海汹涌,变成大风。在北方渐暗的黄昏、在天空中刮着。 Another year roared away. Looking back the most ruthless, it seems that students flocked, blink of an eye the boundless boundless snow frost. This year, you kind of peach spring, you drink every night, you write Jin Ge Tie Ma, you sigh young to go. At the moment, you are ready for the winter grain and firewood, with words and imagination depicting the distance. Far, shiny. You are on the road, cloud snow fall, no fear of age. Years carefully and generously. This year, you must have experienced many wonderful people and things. They are the light of life and salt, so that you love, willing to take the time. In front of them, time is not worth a dollar. This year, you also chew pain and sadness alone. In the winter, those who are embarrassed with the bright cold wrapped in snow and swirling through the busy waters of the sea and turning the gale into a gale. Twilight dusk in the north, blowing in the sky.