光线的流离,回忆在初夏被聚焦成了黑白影像。我有时很想去触碰那些时光,它们在指间的夹缝中散落,有的已经变成了陌生的形状。然后慢慢地消失、不见,永远地封印在那些空气稀薄的日子里。无论过往,转身,凝视窗台前一朵不知名的花,寄一封信给纯白旧时光,静静地守候心灵深处的记忆,感受春暖花开,流云溢彩。转念,“人,真的要学着承担。当自己一天天的成长,我们所扮演的角色也愈 Ray of light, memories in early summer was focused into black and white images. I sometimes want to touch those times, they are scattered in the cracks between fingers, and some have become strange shapes. Then slowly disappear, missing, forever sealed in those thin air days. Regardless of the past, turned around, staring at the window an unknown flower, send a letter to the pure white old time, quietly waiting for the memory of the soul, feel the spring, overflowing clouds. Turn to read, ”people, really want to learn to bear.When their daily growth, we also play the role of more