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时光如水,岁月如歌。当2014年在纷飞的雪花中轻盈而至,当2013年在晨钟暮鼓中悄然落幕,耳边响起了诗人的轻吟:轻轻地我走了,正如我轻轻地来;我轻轻地招手,作别西天的云彩年轮,在我们不知不觉中转过四季,美好的祝愿和祈祷与这轮回的日子便随着漫天飞舞的雪花纷至沓来。那曾经走过的365个日日夜夜,则被岁月的年轮装订成册,成为尘封的记忆。
Time is like water, years of song. When it was light in 2014, when it was snowing in the sky, when it was quietly ending in the morning bell in 2013, the poet whispered to her ears: I walked as gently as I came; gently waving, Do not leave the western growth ring of clouds, in our unwittingly turned four seasons, good wishes and prayer and this reincarnation days with the snow flying in full bloom. The 365 days and nights that I have walked through have been booked as a dusty memory by the annual rings.