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我们揣着梦想,沿着时光的河流溯源而上。还记得“昨夜西风凋碧树,独上高楼,望尽天涯路”的那份惆怅;还记得“欲渡黄河冰塞川,将登太行雪满山”的那抹忧伤。那蹒跚的还未褪去稚嫩的航线,那在浪涛里起伏的船影,在颠沛着前行之后,是否会有“池上碧台三四点,叶底黄鹂一两声”的玲珑春色,或者“水光潋滟晴方好,山色空濛雨亦奇”的俏皮夏韵,“晴空一鹤排云上,便引诗情到碧霄”的秋色连波,江澄如练,天空明蓝?
With our dreams, we follow the river of time. I still remember “last night the westerly withered Bishu, alone on the high-rise, hope to make way to End of the World ” share of melancholy; remember “want to cross the Yellow River Ice plug River, will Gordon too full of snow mountains,” the touch of sadness. That hobble has not yet faded immature routes, that ups and downs in the waves of the boat shadow, after going all out, whether there will be “three or four points on the pool Bi, one or two sound” “Water light 潋 滟 sunny side, the mountains empty rain is also odd ” playful summer rhyme, “clear sky cranes clouds, they poetic love to Bi Xiao ” Autumn even wave, Jiang Chengru practicing, Sky blue?