稚嫩的画笔将岁月的卷纸涂成斑驳一片,即使我是卷纸的主人,却也只有页面滑过指间的感觉。生活本是这样的吗？可以迷糊地让自己都迷失了方向;可以迷糊地让时间失去了真实的光泽。然而生活只是一杯浓茶,我在时沉时浮的茶叶中寻找茶香。那不是必然,而是人本能的习惯。或许我出生在充满浪漫气息的纯真年代,暖色的城市背景下,一张张暖色的脸庞。于是我在暖色的爱中慢慢成长。 The tender brush paints the years of roll paper in mottled pieces. Even if I am the owner of the roll paper, only the feeling of the page sliding across the fingers. Is life like this? Can be confused to let yourself lost the direction; can be confused to make time lost the true luster. However, life is just a cup of strong tea. I look for tea in the tea that floats. It is not inevitable but the habit of human instinct. Maybe I was born in an innocent age full of romance, a warm face in warm city background. So I grew up in the warm love.