回忆总是好的,无论多么平凡的事,只要镜头拉远,让它成为一部黑白默片,在时光那端无声上演,它就好似做了后期的电影,有了迷人的光彩。所以,当我拿岀镌刻旧时光的相片,仿佛看到流年被分成微小的剪影,每份剪影里都有着我的思念。宛委山,没有漫山的樱花,只有夕阳温柔摩肩,我与她携手共游,笑靥如花。当时的我最爱樱花那样灿烂而内敛的花朵,淡粉色地装点蓝天,她便日日陪我走那条有着高大樱花树的路,金灿 Memories are always good. No matter how trivial things are, as long as the lens is pulled away and made into a black and white silent film, it is like a late movie with a charming glory. So, when I take pictures of old times, I see that I was divided into tiny silhouettes and each one had my thoughts in it. Wanwei Hill, there is no alpine cherry, only the sunset gentle shoulders, I and her hand in hand travel, smiling. At that time, my favorite cherry as bright and restrained flowers, pale pink dotted blue sky, she will accompany me that day with a tall cherry tree road, Kim Chan