十七楼的飞逝是一种惨烈。十七年的等待是一种坚持。恢弘的内心激荡,一点一点地沉淀在往昔的一幕一幕场景,是爱着的,所以倔强地等待。“人的命运就像大海中的一条小船,我无力掌握,也无法逃避。在滔滔的人生巨浪里,陆平,我这个平凡的理发师,只能任凭命运的摆布和戏弄。”真的是 Flies on the seventeenth floor is a tragic. Seventeen years of waiting is a kind of persistence. Magnificent inner agitation, little by little precipitation in the scenes of the scenes of the past, is love, so stubbornly waiting. “The fate of man is like a boat in the sea, I can not grasp, can not escape.In the surging waves of life, Lu Ping, my ordinary barber, can only be at the mercy of fate and tease.” Really