一明人不知怎的,这段时间老是想起她,隔三差五的,她的一双水汪汪的大眼睛。那里荡漾着青春的波澜和颤动,还有一丝令人不忍拒绝的渴盼与央求。那个叫花的女孩,那个确实如花似玉的女孩,多少年过去了,她是否还美丽如旧?她是否仍徜徉在属于她的那一份春风韶光里,摆脱漫长的困惑乃至噩梦,像灰姑娘一样善良而快乐地生活着?光阴的流逝,悄然无声,又迅疾倏忽,它不给你有任何抓住它的机会,不像光亮滑溜的鱼儿,看得见,摸得着,有时也可能一把抓住。它是看不见、摸不着的,却飞逝如电。某一天,蓦然回首,人生已过了大半。不过, Someone who somehow, this period of time always remembered her, every passing day, her a pair of watery eyes. There rippling waves and tremors of youth, there is a trace of people can not bear to refuse the desire and demand. How old is the girl who is actually a flower girl, the girl who really is a flower, whether she is as beautiful as she is? Whether she still wanders in the spring breeze she belongs to, out of the long confusion and even the nightmare, The girl is as good and happy as she is. The passing of time passes quietly and swiftly. It does not give you any chance of grasping it, unlike glossy fish, visible, touching, and sometimes May seize it. It is invisible, touching, but flies like electricity. One day, when I look back, life has passed most. but,