我们即使不提及太阳,太阳也总在我们头上。许多的日子如潮水漫过双足,退去之后,了无印痕。日子一页一页地被撕去,散乱地布满房间,仿佛秋天里的落叶。生命是一棵扎根在大地上的植物,难道从一开始,迎接她的就是终将义无反顾的凋零?日子,把乳白的芽儿拱出土层,把嫩绿的叶子一片一片地张开,让花儿一朵一朵地释放出幽香,把果实酝酿成希望的彩色、甜柔的收成。即使岁月把日子“砍伐”成一株轰隆倒下的大树,但也会有泥土下斩不断、挖不绝的 Even if we do not mention the sun, the sun is always on our heads. Many days such as tide over the feet, receded, no marks. Days after day was torn off, scattered full of rooms, as if the autumn leaves. Life is a plant rooted in the earth, is it from the beginning, to greet her is the ultimate hesitation withered? Day, the white buds arch out of the soil layer, the green leaves open one by one, so that flowers One by one to release the fragrance, the fruit brewing into the desired color, sweet harvest. Even if the days of “felling” into a tree bang fall, but there will be cut under the soil, digging endless