“那些人,那些事,已在时光的河流中乘舟远去,消失了踪迹。心中,却流淌着跨越了时光之河的温暖,永不消逝。”偶然看到的一句话莫名地戳中了我的心窝,那些曾经热爱,如今却遭到遗忘的人和事,再一次如画面般一帧一帧地在脑海中回放。原来,那些属于自己的青春与成长回忆,一直都在。现在不爱写日记的我,曾经也有过一个非常漂亮的日记本,纸页偏黄的本子上记录着一段时间的心情。然而就在毕业的那天,它遗失了。那里记录着 “Those people, those things, have gone by the boat in the river of time, disappeared and traced. In my heart, but flowing across the warmth of the river of time, I will never die.” It poked in my heart, and the people and things that I once loved but were forgotten about once again played back frame by frame in my mind. It turns out that those memories of youth and growth that belong to them have always been there. Now I do not love to write a diary, there have been a very beautiful diary, yellow pages of paper records the mood for a period of time. However, on the day of graduation, it was lost. Where recorded