生活里的很多记忆像是一个个小小的旅店,而人则像乘着一匹不停向前奔跑的驿马,每次回头,过去的事物就永远成为离自己而去的小小的旅店,所有的欢乐与悲痛,所有的沉淀与激情,甚至所有的成功与失败都在那些旅店里,到当天傍晚我们就要投宿另一个旅店了。 A lot of memories of life like a small hotel, while people are like riding a non-stop run forward the pony, every time I turn back, the past things will always be away from their own little inn , All the joy and grief, all the precipitation and passion, and even all the success and failure are in those hotels, to the evening we have to stay another hotel.