力量,或许只是一颗小小的种子。还记得攀登过的山峰,过的浅溪,烈日下流过的汗水,严冬中呼出的白雾,那支撑我们不停走过四季的,是力量。青春是一个永恒的话题,即使年代久远,却也是一场鲜活的美梦。或许记不清场景,记不清人物,记不清是怎样的欢笑怎样的泪水,但那个时期 Strength, maybe just a little seed. Remember the climbing peaks, the shallow creek, the sweat flowing in the hot sun, the white fog exhaled in the harsh winter, the strength that sustains us throughout the four seasons. Youth is an eternal topic, but even a long time ago, it is also a vivid dream. Perhaps can not remember the scene, can not remember the characters, can not remember what kind of laughter tears, but that period