The wind gently blowing. Years anchored in the mottled walls, a little bit of the wall erosion, leaving a deep or shallow "Scar". Like a song. You and I wrote together, you and me. The common interpretation of the beautiful songs, beautiful notes, is one of the first people even the favorite tunes. When I look back, there are over time, has become an indelible memory! Stay in the dream in the heart, has become the people praise the "the Peach Garden". What is in our hearts quietly? What is left feeling in our hearts that hate? Like songs such as the dream time if you can remember? Walk hand in hand with you, hurt and pain does not have. The long years, affecting many people's heart. How much affectionate memories buried deep. Want to pick up some yellowing photos, want to recall that a drop of past happiness. But, all like flowers in the mirror, moon in the water, miles away. Take in the fresh water river, looking into the water in a hurry, as if to see that Confucius thin figure standing on the Bank of a river, the rush of water issued by the world for a sigh: "it passes like this. The husband, regardless of day and night." before the car the ancient Kam, or feelings of myself, why will so why was lonely? Is so full of heart in this moment will be so empty? The long span of years, I drive a boat, sail from my source of life, perhaps only miss berthing in the stream bank head, to find a dense willow trees and bright flowers! Rain wet my clothes, blurred my eyes. I was touched on the river the reef, and the river don't know sympathy. The long years of wind dance with tempestuous waves, but I still put a boat through the waves, sail ahead. I'm not afraid of bumps along the way, I am more afraid of being upset it. I just want to prove that I am not a ferry passengers. In the long river of time, will not have a moment, a the Peach Garden suddenly change adult hell? I don't understand the meaning of life, but continue to sail in the river, drifting into the remotest corners of the globe to watch the sunset, to calm life twists and turns. Have no regrets to walk, not to the past youth regret, not for the old body sad. Don't care about moving once flower briefly as the broad-leaved epiphyllum, had a flash of light, is a bright spot in the years. Those who have a beginning and an end, the wheel of life turning, quietly, gently. You and I have not been aware of the place quietly turn. Moving. Circle of life does not stop, the destiny in the never ceasing moan. In this not express desolate, there is a kind of beauty. This is a solemn beauty, this is the struggle beauty - not be smashed to pieces, the hearts full of hope, the symbol of life to the puzzle, to create a more beautiful life. The wind season, only leaves dance, leaving only the lonely in a whisper in such a season, like a song. I gently singing, are you listening? In all years, whether or not you are in waste one's time? Or to write another song out of the ordinary song? Make a different from the past, look to the future of the flower dream. When the wind stops, everything the same. You just haven't found the target? Don't consider the road ahead is the cliff, do not have to worry about whether the front bridge repair. Years figure may run in front of you, let you be at a loss what to do. So, dare to love, dare to hate. The wind Yela floating everywhere / Yangtze River east go not to / memory is like silk / sweet recall. Dream flowers bloom, life beautiful lakes. Don't let the years so lonely, in the life should be full of song of the years!風(fēng)輕輕吹過.歲月停泊在那塊斑駁的墻上,一點點地把墻侵蝕,只留下一道道或深或淺的"傷痕".歲月如歌.是你我共同譜寫的,是你我共同演繹的.那動聽的歌謠,那優(yōu)美的音符,是一首讓人流連忘返的曲調(diào).驀然回首,路途中有過的滄海桑田,已成為不可抹滅的記憶!停留在心中的夢,已成為讓人為之贊嘆的"桃花源".是什么在我們心中悄然?是什么在我們心中留下情恨?那如歌如夢的歲月你是否能記起?與你牽手走過,不曾有過的傷與痛.悠悠歲月,牽動多少人的心.多少深情往事被深深埋沒.想拾起那一些已泛黃的相片,想回想那一滴滴已過去的快樂.但,一切猶如鏡中花,水中月,可望而不可及.走在淡水河畔,看著流水匆匆而過,仿佛看到當(dāng)年孔子單薄的身影站在河岸,對著匆匆的流水發(fā)出世人為之追尋的感嘆:"逝者如斯夫,不舍晝夜".是古人的前車之鑒,還是自己的感悟,為何心中會如此的落寞?為何曾是那么充實的心在這一刻會如此的空虛?歲月的長河里,我駕一葉輕舟,從我生命源頭起航,激流中也許只有錯過停泊的岸頭,才能覓得柳暗花明!雨打濕我的衣服,模糊了我的眼睛.我在河流上狠狠的觸了礁,而河水不懂得同情.歲月的長河被風(fēng)舞得驚濤駭浪,而我仍擺一輕舟沖破浪頭,駛向前方.我不怕顛簸,我更不怕被覆舟.我只想證明我不是一個渡客.在歲月的長河里,會不會有一瞬間,一座桃花源忽而轉(zhuǎn)變成人間地獄?我不了解生命的意義,只好繼續(xù)在河流中起航,漂泊到天涯海角去觀賞日落,以平息生命中的曲折.曾經(jīng)無怨無悔地走過,不為那已逝的青春后悔,不為這已蒼老的身軀悲哀.不在乎曾經(jīng)曇花一現(xiàn)的動人,曾經(jīng)擁有一剎那的光芒,是歲月中一個耀眼的光點.凡是有始有終,生命之輪轉(zhuǎn)動著,靜靜地,輕輕地.在你我都不曾察覺的地方悄悄的轉(zhuǎn)著.動著.生命在不停的輪回,命運在不停的呻吟.在這無法表達(dá)的凄涼中,蘊涵著一種美.這是悲壯美,這是奮斗美----不怕粉身碎骨,心中充滿希望,將生命符號重新拼圖,打造一個更美的人生.在有風(fēng)吹過的季節(jié),只有樹葉伴隨著起舞,剩下的只是寂寞在低語.就在這樣一個季節(jié)里,歲月如歌.我輕輕地歌唱,你是否在聽?在所有的歲月中,你是否在蹉跎歲月?還是在譜寫著另一首與眾不同的歌?編一個不同于過去,向往未來的如花的夢.當(dāng)風(fēng)停后,一切恢復(fù)原樣.只是你還沒有找到目標(biāo)嗎?不要考慮前面的路是否有斷崖,不必?fù)?dān)心前面的橋是否有維修過.歲月的身影也許會跑到你前面,讓你不知所措.所以,要敢愛,敢恨.風(fēng)吹葉落飄滿地/長江東去不待時/記憶猶如蠶繭絲/歲月如歌成追憶.夢里花開花落,人生漂漂泊泊.莫讓歲月如此落寞,在人生中應(yīng)有充實的歲月之歌!