我们爬到山顶上去看太阳,它光鲜亮丽,缀满鲜活的色彩,我们看得呆了不能自持。打马而过的年代,是和谁在窗台边心照不宣的交流,是和谁爬到山顶的水塔上喊得筋疲力尽,是和谁在被惦记被关怀时流下了眼泪……那一年年幸福的碎片在夕阳里熠熠生辉,它让人疼痛、压抑、泪凝于睫。因为我们一直在隐忍,一直无能为力。 We climbed up to the top of the mountain to see the sun. It was bright and bright, full of lively colors, and we couldn’t stay by ourselves. In the era of horse-riding, it was with whom the tacit communication on the windowsill was exhausted. It was with the one who climbed the top of the water tower. He was shed tears when he was remembered and cared for.... Fragments of happiness shine in the setting sun. It makes people feel pain, depression and tears. Because we have been forbearing, we have been powerless.