蛰伏的路路,在岁月里蜿婉,在时光中起伏,在晨风中期待。等待依然是漫长的,就像时常被幸运遗忘的自己。唯有一些小花小草,四季默然陪伴着。成为一条路t,注定得匍匐前进,得忍风受雨,得忍受寂寞的煎熬。被践踏是疼痛着的幸福,甘愿忍受。也曾有过短背的一场风花雪月,和岁月一样悠长的,是孤独、寂寞和顽强的守候。苦难,往往与生俱来。路在风霜雪雨的蹂躏中,在千万只脚的踩踏中,被拓宽,被延伸。 Dormant road, meandering over the years, ups and downs in the time, looking forward to the morning breeze. Waiting is still long, as often forgotten by their own luck. Only a few flowers grass, quietly accompanied by the Four Seasons. Become a way, destined to creeping forward, have to endure the wind by the rain, have to endure the lonely suffering. Trampled by pain is the happiness, willing to endure. Have also had a short back of a romantic, and as long as the years, is lonely, lonely and tenacious waiting. Suffering, often innate. The road in the devastation of the wind and snow, in 10 million foot stampede, was widened and was extended.