一直想写一个关于时间的东西,以纪念自己的老去。时间是最抓不住、摸不着的东西,所有人都能够感知它的存在、被它掌控、被它安排,却都不知道怎样去描述它。什么长相?什么形态?它是无形的,却不是空气;它是流动的,却不是水;它是存在的,却没有颜色。而且,它就是单向的,永无回头,无论富贵贫贱信仰出身,无论怎样虔诚祈祷顶礼膜拜,都无法留住它、延缓 Always wanted to write something about time to commemorate his old. Time is the most inaccessible, inaccessible thing, everyone can sense its existence, it is controlled by it, it is arranged, but do not know how to describe it. What looks and what form? It is intangible, but not the air; it is flowing, but not water; it is there, but no color. Moreover, it is one-way, never looking back, no matter what origin of the rich and poor faith, no matter how pray praying worship, can not keep it, delay