错落的时光飞逝记忆的年轮,在错落的时光中,一圈接着一圈,延长又加深:数不清的日月,在绵延的脚印里,渐行渐模糊了影子。枯藤,无法回到往日的繁盛;昏鸦,在落日的身影里,奏起了一声哀鸣;旌旗,在边塞的雨雪风霜中,风化了踪迹;传书的鸿雁,在已知与未知中,不倦地奔走;逶迤的卷轴,在历史的拉动下,不断地延伸;悠长的泣笑,在古今的旷谷中,久久地绝响…… In the scattered time, a circle of laps, prolonged and deepened: countless sun and moon, in the rolling footprints, gradually blurred the shadow. Withered vine, unable to return to the prosperity of the past; faint crows, in the shadow of the setting sun, played a whine; flags, in the snow and wind frosts in the frontier, weathered traces; pass geese in the book known and unknown , Running tirelessly; the scroll of the scroll, in the historical pull, continue to extend; long laugh, in the ancient and modern valleys, a long time noisy ... ...