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打开山水的书卷,打开夏风的书卷,打开下午树阴的书卷,打开我自己。我还有什么不可舍弃,我还有什么值得牵挂?任由时间来去,任由人流过往,任由流水逐流,任由落叶追逐。我有了我的安静,我的思考或者不思考,我的空闲,我的芦苇和自己。我曾经丢失了自己的经年,丢失了梦,丢失了幻想,丢失了仰望,丢失了低下头,一路急匆匆前行,想回头时,青春已丢失在回不去的远方。铁打的营盘,流水的兵。我想再找一下战友时,他们早已四散在不再知道的远方。陌生
Open the landscape scroll, open the summer wind scroll, open the afternoon shade book, open my own. What else can I not give up, what else should I care about? Allow time to go, let the flow of people in the past, let the flow of water by the leaves, let the leaves to chase. I have my quiet, my thinking or not thinking, my free, my reed and myself. I have lost my years, I lost my dreams, I lost my fantasies, I lost my eyes, I lost my head, I hurried forward, and I turned my back and youth was lost in the distance. Iron barbarians, running soldiers. When I want to find some more comrades-in-arms, they have long dispersed in the distance no longer know. strange