曾记否？ 曾经逝去的日子多美好和感动令人执念。 回眸，往昔岁月峥嵘祥和令人回味向往 。 流年如梦，青春短暂的容颜在时光的磨蚀下慢慢消耗殆尽。如果春天来了 ，我还能变成孩子在喧闹的广场无限奔跑放飞心中的羽翼，肆无忌惮的跟随风筝的方向，幻想将来还可以变成鸿雁自由的翱翔。 只是如果 ，曾经不再来，失去的岁月如何换的回。那些个童真美好而充满幸福的无虑时光，在眼前悄悄远走 ，徒留下一群感怀眷恋和不舍的人 。 习惯简单，安静，不浮华的人生 ，尽管淡然，轻松而畅快的度过每一个或白天或黑夜的轮回。在这个旋转里，昼与夜都会有梦 ，一个是实在的，一个是虚幻的，一个令人发怵，胆战心惊 ，一个令人缓解神经紧张，去除压力，回到本真的自我。 住久了城市 ，已经很少时间能够安静的停下脚步欣赏一番外界的风景 。发现自己已经离自然越来越远。 常常一个人在城里的街头走夜路，因为有斑斓的红灯酒绿，有色彩缤纷的霓虹。总觉得迷人眼球 ，却又冥冥中喜欢上这种带颜色的不夜城 。可以很晚入眠，因为外面的街市闹区二十四小时的为你亮灯。你可以自行出入，于是我成了夜游神。像极了侠客在黑暗的夜孤独旅行 ，只有影子跟随，寂寥落寞又酷气十足 。 路途各形式的车辆络绎不绝，汽笛声更是不绝于耳。这是我所腻味的声音。我喜欢安静的空间 ，静静的听一首夜曲，在天空黑到伸手不见五指的时候，跑回家，关上门和灯 ，拉起帘幕，微醉的夜里悄悄入眠，不让心里多一些芜杂与烦忧 。 这是个没日没夜的世界。人人脸上都写满工作与疲惫。白昼里休眠 ，夜里辛勤劳动。日夜颠倒已经让这个世界令人不知所措 。于是开始麻木，工作之余的时间往往除了无尽的休息就是欢呼着高唱。然而，岁月是一条不太平坦的单行道 ，无论怎样都必须前行。 墙头的时钟嘀嗒着走动，刻不容缓 。我多希望它可以停下来，哪怕是一秒 ，因为我多担心这分秒的逝去，就是我苍老的时候。我胆怯极了，我像一个无处躲藏的窃贼不愿抛头露面。 我明知道时光不会为我停留 ，又何苦盼望 。城市的梦如何也带不回心头。那个田野四季如歌，绿草丛林的自然风光的故乡已经有些失色，被城市的影子弥漫遮掩，乌云笼罩 ，被城里来的世俗的人类践踏。 童年的记忆失真，褪却的颜色已看不清，只留下黑与白 。黑色是那些难忘的或痛苦或极快乐的事；白色是思绪 ，梦里时有时无的幻象。 岁月舞醉少年梦，流年一去不复返。无尽的年华，有限的年龄 。让我如何挥笔清算这一道难解的谜题。梦回千年 ，朝朝代代，江山代有才人出，何愁旧梦不覆灭。 如今 ，我已不再是孩童年少，那些过往不再来。风干了回忆，时间依然如梦流年 ，反反复复 。沉醉了多少爱与痛的心灵。 一盏灯，昏黄柔和的光泽铺满整个房间。暖和而温馨舒适 。我只需轻轻的挥笔，便顺顺当当的抒发出最真实的心灵感受。 诚如是，记忆像一条永不停息的河流 ，一直延伸到更远方，望不穿，看不到头 ，你可以努力花费时间去往彼岸寻求自己曾经追逐的至爱，只是尽管走的再远，也回不到最初。因为已不是同一时间 ，非一时心境，曾经的梦已经和现实有了极大的落差 。能做的便只剩下怀念与回想。 天明了，从窗外透进来的阳光洒满屋子 ，阴暗潮湿的房间即刻变得温暖而明媚。 新的一天开始，昨天成为追忆，溜走的岁月无痕 。我像个无知的孩童幻想着今天过后 ，明天将会有个美好的梦。
Years of life, life floating
Text / flying fish
Opened? The days have passed more beautiful and touched. Looking back, I will continue to come in the past. The year is like a dream, and the brightening face is slowly consumed under the abrasion of time. If spring is coming, I can also become a child in the noisy Square. The wings are unlimited, and the fantasy follows the direction of the kite, and the fantasy can also become the fantasy of Hongyan. Just, if you have no coming, the lost years will change. Those who are beautiful and happy with happiness, quietly walk in front of you, leave a group of people who feel different and persons. It is used to simple, quiet, not floating, although it is easy to spend the reincarnation of every or day or night. In this rotation, there will be dreams from the night, one is real, one is illusory, one is a mess, a stunned, a relief of nervousness, removing pressure, returning to the true self. For a long time, you have very little time to stop the scenery of the outside world. I find that I am getting farther and farther away from nature. Often a person walking night road in the street in the city, because of a plenty of red light, green, colorful neon. I always feel fascinating, but I like this in this color than night. You can sleep very late, because the outside downtown downtown is twitched for you for 24 hours. You can go an entry, so I became the night tour. Like the knight in the dark night, only shadows follow, the loneliness is full. The vehicles in the road in the road are endless, and the whistle sound is even more embarrassed. This is my tired voice. I like quiet space, listen quietly, listen to a night song, when the sky is black to reach out, run home, close the door and the light, pull up the curtain, quietly sleep, don't let more people杂 and troubles.This is a world that has no night. Everyone is full of work and exhaustion. Sleep in the day, I have worked hard in the night. The world has been reversed on the day and night. So starting numbness, the time after work is often, in addition to endless rest, cheering. However, the years are a non-flat alone, no matter how it must be forward. The clock of the wall is moving, and it is not going to slow. I hope that it can stop, even if it is a second, because I am worried that this one is lost, it is when I am old. I am grateful, I am not willing to throw an endless thief. I know that time will not stay for me, why is it looking forward to. How does the dream of the city will not bring back. The nature of the field is like songs, and the nature of the green grass jungle has been a little out of color, and it is filled with the shadow of the city, the black clouds are covered, and the secular human beings trampled by the city. The memory of childhood, the color of the fading has not been seen, leaving only black and white. Black is unforgettable or painful or very happy; white is thoughts, sometimes there is no illusion. Years During the drunk teenage dream, the year is not returned. Endless year, limited age. Let me vote for this difficult puzzle. Dreams back to the millennium, in the Dynasty, the Jiangshan has talented people, and He is old dreams. Today, I am no longer a childhood child, and those who are no longer coming. The wind dried memories, and the time is still like a dream year, repeatedly. How much love and pain are indulged. A light, farther gloss is full of rooms. Warm and warm and comfortable. I only need to gently watch, and I will smoothly express the most authentic heart feelings. Sincere, memory is like a never-end river, it has been extended to the far side, I hope to wear, I can't see my head. You can try to take time to seek yourself to chase my love, just despite the far away, I can't get back. Because it is not the same time, non-one-time mood, the dream has been greatly lost in reality. There is only one miss and recall if you can do it. Tianming, from the sun, the sun, the sun, the room, the dark and humid roomIt becomes warm and bright. At the beginning of the new day, yesterday became a recollection, and the years slipped away. I am like an ignorant child, I will have a beautiful dream tomorrow.
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