轻轻地你走了,正如你轻轻地来。轻轻地,你飘走了,不留下一丝痕迹。似乎满是依恋,却禁不住生命之锤的敲打,碎了,静静地逝去,带着一丝情愫。你来了,那么轻,那么柔,潜藏在你身体里的美紧紧地牵着我的眼神。“白鹤立雪,愚人看鹭,聪者观雪,智者见白。”仿佛我成了一位智者,细细地品? Gently you are gone, as you come gently. Gently, you drift away, leaving no trace. Seems to be full of attachments, but could not help but beat the hammer of life, broken, quietly gone with a trace of affection. You came, so light, so soft, the beauty hidden in your body tightly holding my eyes. “The white crane stands for snow, the fool looks at the heron, the smart one sees snow, and the wise sees white.” As if I were a wise person, meticulously savoring goods?