生活是一场又一场美好事物的追逐。——安东尼我们时常这样,站在年少的尾巴上,觊觎一季微凉的清风,贪恋一轮迟暮的夕阳,伤春悲秋。我们时常挂念天际掠过的翅影最终去向了哪个远镇,时常惦记月色下的荷叶会不会被冷风剪破,时常担忧明天的日出是否依旧欣欣向荣。记得看过一篇散文,文字纤细、内心柔软的女作家说她少女时曾写过的句子:“悲之切莫过于心死。”彼时年少稚嫩,尚不知悲愁的滋味,然而却信手拈来这样沉重悲滞的句子,来得轻易,也来得虚伪。如今才知晓,岁月流逝如同无情的河水,河床上孕育着温和无害的潺潺生命,而波光里折射着昨日年轻的骄纵与不堪。 Life is a chase after another good thing. - Anthony We often like this, standing on the tail of a young man, wandering a cool breeze of the season, eager to a sunset, sad autumn. We often miss the sky shadow passing shadow eventually went to which far town, often remember the lotus leaf under the moon will not be cold cut, often worried about tomorrow’s sunrise is still thriving. I remember reading a prose, slender, soft-hearted woman writer said she wrote the sentence girl: " Handled in such a heavy sad sentence, came easily, but also to hypocrisy. It is only now known that the passage of time resembles a ruthless river, with a mild, innocent murmur of life on the riverbed, while the waves of light reflect the youthful arrogance and bullying of yesterday.