春雨停了,我用纸帕擦去滴落在脸颊上的雨珠。忽然发现这纸帕的香味很熟悉,好像似曾相识。是啊,抬眼望去,这儿的一切不都和从前一样吗?那边依旧是葱绿的树和草坪,脚下依旧是用雨花石铺成的路,耳边依旧有那潺潺的流水声。春去秋来,世间万物随着时间的流逝而改变,为何单单这儿没有变?我误以为自己已悄然回到梦开始的地方,但是,我心里很明白,那梦早已时过境迁,不复存在。 The spring rain stopped. I wiped the raindrops that had fallen on my cheeks with paper towels. Suddenly I discovered that the scent of this papa is familiar and familiar. Yeah, looking up, isn’t it all the same here? It’s still a verdant tree and a lawn. The foot is still paved with rain and stone, and the sound of flowing water is still there. When Spring Comes to Autumn, everything in the world changes with the passage of time. Why is it not changed here alone? I mistakenly thought that I had quietly returned to the place where my dream began. However, I knew in my heart that the dream had passed through the times and no longer existed.