听,又是那首用笛吹奏的《铁达尼》,优美的旋律几分惬意,几分伤感。倚着古木长凳,沉浸在古典音乐中,品尝着浓浓的黑咖啡,任思绪飘荡在那个纯粹的天堂……十六岁,暮然回首,在人生的驿站中,那粉红色蝴蝶与牛皮筋铸成的情结依稀在目:牵牛花是否真的会牵来一头牛,月亮为何会弯悬夜空,萤火虫为什么会发光……与院子里的男孩子 Listen, it is the first flute playing the “Titanic”, beautiful melody somewhat agreeable, somewhat sad. Leaning on the ancient wooden bench, immersed in classical music, taste the thick black coffee, any thinking wandering in that pure paradise ... ... Sixteen years old, twilight look back, in the inn of life, the pink butterfly and leather Tendons cast into the vaguely in sight: whether the morning glory will really bring a cow, why the moon hung the night sky, why the fireflies shine ...... and the boys in the yard