岁月流转,四时变幻,当季节的风卷起历史的尘埃,当时光渐行渐远,我们是否还能坐在岁月的岸边,细数流年?那万紫千红的春,那热烈荼蘼的夏,那丰盈静美的秋,那雪舞晶莹的冬。用心去聆听,那风,那月,那花,那叶,都婉约着缕缕柔情,静静地绽放在岁月的枝头。醉了眼眸,暖了心扉…… Time flow, changes at four o’clock, when the wind of the season rolled up the dust of history, when the light lopsided, we can still sit on the shores of the years, breakdown of the flow of years? That colorful spring, that warm summer , That abundance of quiet beauty of autumn, it snow crystal clear winter. Intentions to listen, the wind, that month, that flower, leaves, are graceful with strands of tenderness, quietly bloom in the years branches. Drunk eyes, warm heart ...