曾经的一切,像是邂逅一场盛景,留给记忆美丽朦胧的姿态。更愿意漫步在家乡的古道上,斜斜地打一把油纸伞,走过这人间的四月天,用手去抚摸千年的沧桑刻在城墙上的印痕。曾经的齐同故都,傲然而叉淡漠地看着岁月的流转,这片土地,曾经见证了多少的“落花人独立,微雨燕双飞”?我不知道。我只知道,此刻,黄昏吹着风的软,星星在无意中闪.细雨点洒在花前…… Everything that was once was like a grand scene, leaving a beautiful and memorable gesture. More willing to stroll on the ancient road in his hometown, slantingly hit an umbrella, walk through this earth in April days, to touch the millennia vicissitudes carved in the wall marks. Once the same old capital, proudly looking at the years of the cross, this land, has witnessed how much “falling flower independent, light rain Yan fly ”? I do not know. I only know that at the moment, the dusk is blowing softly and the stars are inadvertently flashing. Drizzle before the flowers...