行走在盛世的你我,不过是红尘过客,只能成为消失在历史长河中的一叶扁舟。有多少人,在攀登至人生的巅峰后,却只是期待着放下无常世事,只在微雨阑珊的午后,品一杯茶,读一本书,享受静谧清闲的时光,远离繁华世间的喧嚣。只是,阳光已逝,岁月已老,再不会有这样的机会。又有多少人,为了钱财名利,不惜一切代价争取?也有一天,真的梦想成真。可是回首往昔,失去的是青春,是朴素,是情感,而后,只能躲在华丽的帐帘里,吝啬地数着仅剩的一小段光阴,生怕它们不经意间从指间滑 Walking in the flourishing world, you and I, but the Red Passenger, can only become a leaf boat disappearing in the long river of history. How many people, after climbing to the pinnacle of life, are just looking forward to letting down the impermanence, only in the gloomy afternoon, with a cup of tea, reading a book, enjoy the quiet leisure time away from the hustle and bustle of the bustling world. Only, the sun is gone, the years are old, there will be no such opportunity. How many people, for money and fame, at all costs? One day, the real dream come true. But looking back, the loss of youth, is simple, is the emotion, and then, can only hide in gorgeous curtains, miserly counting the remaining a short period of time, for fear that they inadvertently slip from the fingers