生活就像小火,温吞吞地燃着。既然天没荒地没老,那么就这样慢慢长大吧。有时,一件小饰物就能使我想起童年的一点一滴,那么温馨,那么美妙。还记得在某个角落里埋下的宝藏吗?是否已经被风儿吹去了绚烂的色彩?还记得在某棵树下种的兰花吗?是否已经被雨儿洗去了迷人的芬芳?还记得在某张桌子上的涂鸦吗?是否已经被时光抹去了可爱的模样?好想就待在某段记忆中不出来,永远不出来,无奈于时光的轮轴滚滚而来,无情地碾碎了这小小的幻想。 Life is like a small fire, burning warmly. Since it is not old enough, then grow up slowly. Sometimes, a piece of jewelry can remind me of childhood bit by bit, so warm, so wonderful. Do you still remember the treasure buried in one corner? Has it been blown away by the wind? Or do you remember the orchid planted under a tree? Has it been washed away by the rain? Remember the graffiti on a table? Has it been erased by the cute look? Really want to stay in the memory does not come out, never come out, but unfortunately in the time of the axis rolling, mercilessly crushed This little fantasy.