随着年龄的增长，每个人心中的宇宙也在不断地向外扩张 ，人生的风景却在这样的扩张中相对敛缩了 。曾经以为，喧器心海的汐潮，会留下它来往的足迹，并以某种波澜不惊的姿态永驻在心灵的浅滩上。然而 ，在时序的流迁中，却又以如浅水浮花般波澜不兴为结终了。人来人往的世间，像一幅生灭流转的风景。偶尔泛起记忆的涟漪 ，通过文字来重现那些已经流逝的时光 。
时光在丰富年华的同时，自然也在抹杀记忆的光泽。往事总是想要竭力挣脱流光的束缚，让回忆沉淀下来 ，存留些许痕迹，使已经定格了的黑白影像在现实的屏幕上重现婆娑的光影；而所谓的有些人在你的生命中在来与走之间存在，也就是要捕捉这些光影 ，设法将淹没于岁月烟尘中的模糊脸庞勾勒下来 。
对那些回忆里的人——之所以存在回忆，是因为曾经有过——追忆他们的同时，也体现着对过往情感的重新诠释 ，包括赋予其新的情感。毕竟我们只是一个普通的人，对如逝水的年华还涉足太浅，不懂得在期待与现实之中转换，如此一来 ，总会出现人来又人往的局面。所以，追忆似乎总带有感伤的味道，最终 ，近乎无情地明白这样一个道理：你来自于陌生，又必将归于陌生 。
我用回忆铺垫过往，只是对怀念故人的一场心灵履约，是对夕阳芳华的情弦系缆 。追忆也好 ，勾勒情怀也罢，充其量只能遗憾地说：再美的风景，一旦涉足而过 ，再也不属于我了。
时光在一场车水马龙的变迁中，仿似变得脆弱不堪，放到记忆的襁褓里又显得过于平淡 ，蒙上一层薄薄的沙尘，锁进幽暗的抽屉，以为再也不会拿出来了 。
有些事 ，经历了，就懂了 。有些人，走过了 ，就散了。
With the growth of age, the universe in each person is constantly expanding, and the scenery of life is relatively contrasting in such expansion. Once I thought that the tide of the 心 海 will leave the footprints of its trails, and will stay on the soul of the soul with some kind of gesture. However, in the midst of timing, it is not unresolished in such as a shallow water floating flowers. People come to the world, like a landscape of raising flow. Occasionally, the memory of memory, reproduce the time that has passed.
is deemed to be missing.
When the time is rich in annual, naturally it is also a gloss of memory. The past always wants to struggle to break the shackles of the flow of light, let the memories sediment, hold some traces, make the black and white image that has been fixed in the real screen; and the so-called some people are in your life There is an existence between, that is, to capture these light and shadow, try to flood the blurred face of the years in the years.
The reason why people in those memories - there is because they have ever had - recalling them, but also reflects the reinterprets of past emotions, including the new emotions. After all, we are just an ordinary person. For the past, the year of the past is still involved too shallow, and do not know how to switch to reality. In this way, there will always be a situation in people. Therefore, the recall seems to have the taste of the sense of injury, and ultimately, almost ruthlessly understand this truth: you come from strangeness and will will be strange.
Only thanks to the most beautiful years, I have done with you after Pingshui gathered. People come between people, you are just a pity in my life.
I used the memories of the paving, just a spiritual compliance of the old people who missed the people, is a stringing cable for the Sunset Fanghua. Remembering, hook the feelings, in order to regret: the beautiful scenery, once it is involved, no matter what I have.
But they still gave me a lot of movement, as well as the bright sunshine that never dull.
Time is in the change of a car humon, like itVulnerable, put the memory of memory is too flat, the thin dust, lock into the dark drawer, think that no longer take it again.
The years are standing. In his hand, I have never left a kind of emotion, I quietly opened the ice-cold drawer lock, turned out of the old time, peek out a quiet year - flat but not beautiful.
Some things, I have experienced it. Some people have passed, they will be scattered.
Finally, pick up the flower, see the stack of the color. The surroundings are sent to the years.
Continued a thick book, the name of the United States: people come to people.
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