青山不老,为雪白头。此生此世,只盼若有重逢之日,你已双目清明,而我笑颜依旧。尔后数年匆匆而过。当我坐在江南桃树下静静回味和宋羽觞的那些过往时,嘴角总是带着满足的笑。听汤伯说,这个时节,梵城的天依稀如当年那般清冽寒冷。而这时的为雪白头,却开得芬芳夺目。我至今仍能记得它白色的花瓣和紫色的花蕊,透着一股摄人心魄的香。汤伯也老了,总是重复着一样的话题。我却丝毫不觉得腻,只是安静 Castle is not old, white head. This life in this world, only hope if the date of reunion, you have eyes clear, and I smile still. After a few years in a hurry. When I sit quietly aftertaste under the peach tree and Song Yu 江 those past, the mouth always with a satisfying smile. Listening to Thompson said that in this season, the city of Vatican City is as cold as the year it was. At this time for nothing, but it opened fragrant and eye-catching. I still remember it white petals and purple flower, revealing a breathtaking incense. Tom is also old, always repeating the same topic. I did not feel tired, just quiet