一节短笛，一段时光;一次漂泊，一声呼唤;一孑剪影，一个流年。谁抚琴轻吟，把岁月捻成箐箐时光;谁沐风吟箫，将青春交付明灭的夜空;谁是黑夜，谁是白昼，谁又在谁的路上翩跹起舞?我咬牙，因为我不怕，我会一直凝望寒冬，等待远方的第一朵雪花!

 

"A piccolo, a period of time; a wandering, I heard calling; one larvae silhouette, a fleeting. Who Fuqin Qing Yin, Qing Qing twisted into the years of time; who wind Yin Xiao Mu, will deliver winking youth sky; who is the night, who is the day, who's who in the road lightly dance? My teeth, because I am not afraid, I will always stare winter, snow waiting for the first flower from afar!"

 

我总是以为自己是会对流失的时间和往事习惯的。不管在哪里，碰到谁。以什么样的方式结束。

 

或许、只是一场擦肩而过、何必记得那么清晰  

 

如果遇到一件事,必须要用多方面的角度去解决它.