爱在时光中渐渐被我淡忘,而却在寂寞中,总勾起往事。当微风吹拂着绿叶发出咯咯的笑声时,小溪却唱着童谣从面前走过。我知道童年时银铃般的声音已随流水而流逝,但妈妈的满头青丝却参杂了雪的色彩,脸上爬满了点点雀斑,如一株残菊独在寒风中摇曳。月光下,河水潺潺,已是半夜人家。但隐约处却送持有捣衣声,伴随着残弱的灯光,寒风中,忽明忽暗。久久,捣衣声才随夜而眠。 Love in my time gradually be forgotten, but in loneliness, always evoke the past. When the breeze blowing green leaves giggle laughter, the stream is singing a nursery rhyme came in front of. I know the silver bell-like voice of childhood has passed with the flow of water, but her mom’s black hair is mixed with the color of snow, his face covered with a little freckles, such as a bandana alone in the cold swaying. Under the moonlight, the water gurgling, it is midnight people. However, there is a faint place to send pounding clothes, accompanied by a weak light, cold, flickering. Long time, pounding sound sleep with the night.