岁月总是这样在人们不经意间悄悄地溜走了……有时候觉得每天都是那么的一样。太阳东升西落,阳光温暖世界,花儿依然开放,鸟儿依旧歌唱……然而,蓦然回首便发现岁月已经悄然地在我们生活的点点滴滴中留下了影子,或深或浅、或浓或淡、或酸或甜、或苦或涩地刻在我们的心上。许多事想忘却怎么也忘却不了。像细细的河流,缓缓地在心房里流淌着、流淌着…… Years are always so slipped away inadvertently ... sometimes feel the same every day. When the sun rises and falls, the sun is warm and the flowers are still still open. The birds still sing ... However, when I look back, I find that the years have quietly left a shadow in our little bit of life, either dark or light, or thick Or light, or sour or sweet, or bitter or astringent carved in our hearts. Many things do not forget how to forget it. Like a thin river, slowly flowing in the atrium, flowing ......