我们都在背对着自己的影子前行,有时慢,有时急,有时丢了自己也浑然不觉。可有时候,我们也能把自己走成一道光芒,照亮远方以及更远的路。回过头,物色依旧,只回忆还透着些许余温。我再度闯入曾经的风景,走曾经走过的路,做曾经做过的梦,写曾经写过的诗歌。而沿途的风景却随着时光的推移逐渐朦胧,我越看,它们就好像离我越远。就算那时以为很了不起的故事,如今也只是一纸笑谈。也许,时光只是一封不老的信,我饱含深情地读着,竟意外读 We are back to their own shadow forward, sometimes slow, sometimes urgent, and sometimes lost themselves unawares. But sometimes we can also walk ourselves into a ray of light that illuminates the distance and beyond. Looking back, looking still, only memories also reveal a little more warmth. Once again, I broke into the scenery once, taking the road I had gone through, doing the dream I once had, and writing the poetry I once wrote. The scenery along the way but gradually dim as time goes by, the more I look, they seem to farther away from me. Even then, the story that I thought was a great one is now a joke. Perhaps, time is just an old letter, I am full of affectionate to read, unexpectedly read