喜欢一个人在安静的时光里独坐,世界浓缩为一册书,或者如一支笔单纯。时光的羽翼振翅而飞,一切或明或暗的物体生生灭灭。人生只是时间的河流,每个人都在这条河中身不由己地前行。无论快乐或忧伤,谁也不能停留;无论王者或平民,谁也无权驻足。一旦生命结束,将被置于河流之外,时间于他,是静止的。我们所有的某个时刻,都会转眼而逝,不复追回。我们所能想起的只是记忆,即便是记忆,也是生活中的一个 Like a person sitting alone in a quiet time, the world condensed into a book, or as a simple pen. The wings of the wings flutter in the wings, and everything else, either bright or dark, is extinguished. Life is only a river of time, and everyone is moving involuntarily in this river. No matter happy or sad, no one can stay; no one king or civilians, no one has the right to stop. Once the end of life, will be placed outside the river, the time in him, is still. At some point in all of us, we will all be gone and will not be recovered. All we can think of is memory, even memory, but also one of our lives