“谁在用琵琶弹奏一曲《东风破》,岁月在墙角剥落看见小时候,犹记得那年我们都还很年幼,而如今琴声幽幽我的等候我没听见……”岁月,就真的一去不再回头。年少的寂寞与烦恼如影子般,来回不停地穿梭在我本是平静的生活中。它们似乎掌握着一种日渐频繁的节奏,在我的生活中不断地 “Who is playing a song, ”Dongfeng broke,“ and when the years flake off at the corner to see a child, I still remember that we were still very young that year, and now I haven’t heard the faint sound of the piano. ”The years are really Never go back. The loneliness and worries of young people are like shadows, and I keep going back and forth in my calm life. They seem to hold an increasingly frequent rhythm, constantly in my life.