“当秋风停在了你的发梢,在红红的夕阳肩上,你注视着树叶清晰的脉搏,她翩翩地应声而落,你沉默倾听着那一声驼铃,像一封古早的信,你转过了身深锁上了门,再无人相问……”每当熟悉的旋律响起,我的思绪都会带着我去记忆里旅行。在心灵深处,很多东西不会随时间的流逝而淡漠,而像一首珍藏的老歌,总在心底回旋……那年,我浑身上下飞扬着乡下孩子的土气,穿一双破旧的凉鞋,生硬地踏 “When the autumn wind stopped at your head, on the red sunset shoulders, you watched the clear pulse of the leaves, she pondered calmly, you listen to the sound of a camel, like an ancient letter , You turned the body locked the door, no one asked ... ... ”Whenever the familiar melody sounded, my thoughts will take me to memory travel. In the depths of the soul, a lot of things will not drift over time and indifference, and like a collection of old songs, always in the bottom of my heart ... ... That year, I covered the body up and down the rustic children, wearing a pair of worn sandals, Stepping hard