“人生如朝霞”。青春时但将生命作纸,任意挥洒,每一角落似都有填不满的理想、斗志,急急喔喔,好似战斗的公鸡,哪里想到转眼即白头。白日里,喜欢独自坐在公园少有人经过的那棵老树下,不为求得暖阳的庇护,只想让时间慢流,然后抿一口微热的清茶,任思绪随意走远走近。夜幕低垂时,不再呼朋唤友跑到大排档处让酒肉穿肠过,肆意敞开心扉。哪怕旧熟识来访,也只是人 “Life is ashamed ”. Youth, but life will be made of paper, arbitrary sway, every corner seems to have the ideal of filling dissatisfaction, fighting spirit, hurry Oh, like a fighting cock, where the thought of an instant is white head. In the daytime, like sitting alone in the park under the old tree few people, not for the protection of the sun, just want to slow the flow of time, and then a mild tea, any thoughts and feelings go away . Night drooping, no longer call friends to run to the food stalls to wear wine over the intestines, wanton open your heart. Even old acquaintances are just people