Original Zhou Qingben
The years pass like a white horse, fleeting,
Time shuttles like a shuttle, and time flies.
That youthful past,
Like a candle in the wind,
Swaying in the torrent of time,
Finally drifted away with the wind,
Drowned in the long river of years.
The laughter and tears of the past are flowing,
It's like a passing cloud,
Now I can only pursue it in an ethereal dream,
to catch that ethereal trace.
Oaths of the past,
Like fragile glass,
Under the erosion and erosion of time,
Falling apart and falling to the ground.
I've done my best,
In vain I try to erase you from my memory,
However, in the dead of night, when everything is silent,
But your figure always appears in front of my eyes involuntarily.
That figure, just like yesterday's bright sunshine,
Warm and dazzling,
Radiating brilliance.
I have fought to banish you from my mind,
But whenever that familiar melody echoes in my ears like a magic sound,
My heartstrings will be touched deeply.
The melody is like the heartbeat of the first encounter,
Irresistible like raging waves,
It ripples in my heart.
I've tried to have someone else take your place in my heart,
However, whenever faced with a new starting point,
I can't help but remember your flower-like smile.
That smile is just like the delicate flowers of spring,
娇美艳丽却又如昙花一现般短暂,
Intoxicating yet fleeting.
I have tried to bury you deep in my heart,
Let everything in the past be sealed in the dust of time.
But whenever I look back on the past,
In the depths of the years,
But your shadow looms,
Like the eternal stars,
Silently illuminating my path.
Now I'm no longer young,
The years have left a deep or shallow mark on my face.
Those dreams and pursuits,
Under the grinding of reality,
Gradually becoming blurred,
It's like seeing flowers in the fog, hazy,
Always through a hazy veil.
When I happen to catch a glimpse of your name,
My heart still flutters involuntarily.
Those former youth and passion,
has turned into an eternal memory in my heart,
Like the bright stars in the night sky,
Although it is far away,
But it always shines brightly.
As Lin Huiyin said:
"On the stalk of memory, who doesn't have two or three graceful, emotional flowers."
Your name,
has always been the imprint of my youth,
Hidden deep in my heart,
It became an indelible scar.
Time flies, and the years are merciless.
Perhaps, one day I will be relieved,
Bury this memory deeply.
however
At this moment, I am,
Still willing to be in this quiet time,
Silently remembered,
Let that affection spread wantonly in the bottom of my heart.
May we all be in the rolling torrent of years,
Find your own warmth and tranquility,
Let those good memories,
Like the warm sun in winter,
Warm our hearts.
As Xi Murong said:
Then he turned the yellowed title page,
Fate bound it very poorly,
With tears in my eyes, I read and read,
But I have to admit it,
Youth is a book that is too hasty. ”
"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan."
This sentence of Nalan Xingde,
It seems to be the best commentary on our past.
That first beauty,
That pure emotion,
All have faded away with the passage of time.
However, the scars left behind,
But it has become a witness of our youth,
Forever engraved in our hearts.
Let us cherish that wonderful memory,
Moving on,
In the long river of years,
Shine your own light.
Even if the road is rough,
Even if it comes through thick and thin,
We still have to go on firmly,
Because
That's our youth,
That's our life.
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