时光犹如流水,倏忽而逝。往事如白驹过隙,又有多少时光留存在我们的记忆深处?岁月的尘埃就像一双无形的黑手,慢慢地将我们的经历封存。久远的时光,让我们再也无法追逐。我的乡村,门前的那条河流依然潺潺,可成群的鱼虾已然消失,山歌成片的夜晚已被搓麻将的嚓嚓声所取代。那条深深长长的巷子,曾经留下我们年少时奔跑的足印,如 Time flies, faded away. Past events such as passing, how much time to stay in our memory? Years of dust is like a pair of invisible black hand, and slowly save our experience. A long time, so that we can no longer chase. My village, in front of the river is still gurgling, can be a group of fish and shrimp has disappeared, the song into the night has been replaced by the rubbing mahjong. That deep, long alley, we have left the footprints of our youth running, such as