时光荏苒,流年似水。那不知被珍藏了多少年的璞玉,经风吹被雨打,终埋在厚厚的尘埃下。当时光把沧海变成桑田,其汹涌的浪涛已成远处连绵的群山。在时光的流逝中,翻开被历史封存太久的画卷,敛足凝神,待余晖拂过脸庞……翻开时间的画卷,当暖风赶走冷风时,我看见了一双白白嫩嫩的小手牵着一双经过岁月风霜雕琢过的粗糙大手,纤柔的长发披到女孩的腰际,额前的刘海儿随风起舞,山间溪水潺潺,小路边的柿子树都挂上了一个个红红的“灯笼”。虽然隔着时 Time flies, fleeting like water. I do not know how many years have been hidden jade, the wind and rain hit, and finally buried under the thick dust. At that time, the sea was turned into Kuwata. The turbulent waves were turning into mountains in the distance. In the passage of time, opened the history of the archive for too long, grabbing enough concentration, until Yu Hui brushed face ... ... open the time of the picture, when the warm wind away cold, I saw a pair of white and tender little hand Holding a pair of rough hands after years of wind and frost carved, slender hair to the girl’s waist, forehead breeze dancing children, mountain stream gurgling, the roadside persimmon trees are hung up one by one red “Lantern ”. Although across the time