你看,一晃两三年,匆匆又夏天。初夏的空气里依旧氤氲着淡淡的草香,温暖的阳光依旧洒向古城的街道两旁,依稀望见那封静躺在角落里未曾寄出的信上写着:不负遇见三千场,除却生死无终章。原谅我,还未找到你所说的三寸天堂。大概青春里,自是年少轻狂,才一起熬到天亮。那晚,柔柔的月光透过窗户,勾勒着静谧与安详。“十年后的我们,会是怎样?”你笑着,却有些哀伤。“也许啊,十年后的我正四处流浪呢。自小便想背上画 You see, flash two or three years, haste and summer. In the early summer, the air still smells of grass, the warm sunshine is still sprinkled on the streets of the ancient city, and vaguely see the letter that was still lying in the corner and was not read, saying: No final chapter. Forgive me, have not found what you call the three-inch paradise. Probably in youth, since young and frivolous, just stay up until dawn. That night, soft moonlight through the window, outlined the quiet and serene. ”Ten years later, we will be? “ You smile, but some sad. ”Maybe, I am wandering around ten years from now