一丝一缕金黄的柳枝,娉娉袅袅,悬在明净的镜面上,垂落的枝尖,几近与镜面碰触,却是若即若离,与纯黑的花器捧着的一丛波斯菊,相互回应,一边探着,一边迎着。波斯菊纤弱扭动的枝茎,又似在默言生而玉立所经历的往事。旁边驻足良久的少女,把这一切的发生,都揽入眼里,呆看得入神,眼里噙着泪水。那是她儿时记忆的画面,推开窗,柳树就在不远的岸边,柳枝低垂拖于河面,清风微拂,柳尖点起涟漪,一圈没来得及外延,又是一圈……之后 A trace of golden willow branches, curling curl, suspended in a bright mirror, the falling splinters, almost touching the mirror, but it is a momentary, and a pair of black flower holding a cluster of cosmos, respond to each other While exploring, while facing. Cosmos slender twisting of the stems, like the eternal life experience of the past. Next to stop for a long time girls, all this happens, are caught in the eyes, stay indifferent to see, tears in his eyes. That is her childhood memories of the screen, open the window, the willow on the bank not far, willow dragged on the river, breeze blowing, the tip of the beak ripples, lap did not have time to extend, but also a circle ……after that