花开又花落,四季再轮回,命运的车轮辗转不休。牵着花季雨季的少年,淡淡的走过了十八个春夏秋冬,蓦然回首,流失了年少的轻狂,唯独扔下一个孤伶伶的十八岁,在傍晚暮霭黄昏的天空里,投下忽明忽暗的阴影。此刻,没有淅沥的春雨,没有火红的枫叶,没有洁白的雪花,有的只是炎炎的赤日蒸腾的 The flowers bloom again and again, and the four seasons reincarnate. The wheel of destiny turns endlessly. The boy holding the season of rainy season passed through 18 seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. When he looked back, he lost his youthful arrogance. He left only a lone 18-year-old boy and dropped it in the late evening sky. Flickering shadows. At the moment, there are no spring rains, no red maple leaves, no white snowflakes, and some are just scorching on the red day.