时光的齿轮永远不会停止转动,但某些瞬间会成为永恒。那日,她与父亲骑着一大一小的自行车,沿着蜿蜒不平的山路蹒跚而行。父女翻过了山坡,来到一片白桦林,周围一片寂静。父亲将年幼的她抱起低声呢喃,似有离别的不舍。放下,离开,回眸,相拥。小桨在湖面上荡起阵阵涟漪,渐行渐远。语音刚刚散尽,背影已漂浮出海,不复回归。她等待,无尽的时间,沉重深邃。在阔大的夜里,星星很多。有多少次在父亲的梦魇中惊醒, Time gear will never stop turning, but some moments will become eternal. That day, she and her father riding a small bike, along the meandering mountain trail hobbled. Father and daughter climbed the hillside, came to a birch forest, surrounded by silence. Her father picked up her whispered whisper, it seems that parting disdain. Put down, leave, review, embracing. Small paddling waves ripples on the lake, drifting away. Voice just cleared, the back has floated to the sea, no return. She waited, endless time, heavy and profound. In the vast night, a lot of stars. How many times awoke in his father’s nightmare,