在记忆面前,人只是一张脆弱的薄纸,经不起任何回忆的翻阅,只要稍稍用力,心就会缓缓颤抖,微微作响。在它的注视下开始书写,我知道,我将深陷其中,无法言语,只有一曲暖人的歌能抚慰斑驳的心灵。记忆苏醒,现实世界轰然倒塌。那些深藏内心的梦终于可以慢慢地走出封闭的匣子,开始飞翔,释放梦的翅膀和气息。而我,终于可以放飞自己,像儿时的自 In the memory of the face, people just a fragile tissue, can not stand any reading of the memories, as long as a little hard, the heart will slowly trembling, a slight noise. Writing under its gaze, I know that I am in deep depression, unable to speak, and only a song of warmth can soothe the mottled heart. Memory wake up, the real world crash collapse. Those deep inside the dream finally can slowly walk out of the closed box, began to fly, release the dream wings and breath. And I, finally, can fly myself, like childhood