日日月月,岁岁年年,回首往事, 如白驹过隙,转眼消逝。十六个春秋 中,我究竟学会了什么?像武林中的打打杀杀,生生死死,还像生活中的爱恨情仇,勾心斗角?直到有一天。我在漫步,欣赏道边发廊传来的 优美的旋律,贪婪地吸着雨后泥土的 芬芳,雨后的一切都是最美的。它们的美叫我忘记了 Days and months, year after year, year by year, look back on past events, such as passing through a gap, disappearing in an instant. In the 16th Spring and Autumn Period, what did I actually learn? Like killing and killing in martial arts, life and death, like love, hatred and hatred in life, infighting? Until one day. I was strolling and admiring the beautiful melody coming from the roadside salon, greedily sucking in the fragrance of the earth after the rain. Everything after the rain was the most beautiful. Their beauty told me to forget