走在黄昏的街头,有清幽的歌声轻飘过来:“朝开而暮落的木槿花,月夜低头啊,心里想着他,记忆着已经流逝的那一段时光……”是袁泉的《木槿花》。锦素年华时,爱情就是盛开在青春里的木槿花吧,大朵,明艳。若在多年以前,听上这样的歌,一定会泪眼朦胧,情绪无端的低落,仿佛字字句句都是针,很有点“为赋新词强说愁”的矫情,那短暂的花期更易怅然若失。呵 Walking in the streets at dusk, there is a quiet voice drifting over: “The hibiscus flowers open toward the evening, moonlight bow ah, I thought of him, remember the passage of time ... ” is Yuan Quan’s “hibiscus flower”. Kam prime of love, love is blooming in the youth of the hibiscus flower bar, big flower, bright and colorful. If many years ago, to listen to such a song, it will be the eyes of dim, emotionally low, as if every word is a needle, it is a bit Saw it. Ah