我总觉得自己是平原上的一棵小草,阳光给了我一身翠绿,即使春天已悄然离去,我仍在四季轮回中守望着春天,寻找那不该忘记的芬芳。——题记月光下的小路风吹疏林,风过而不留声;燕渡秋湖,雁去而不留影。许多往事就像穿过的风,远飞的雁,在记忆里悄然消逝,已无声无息,无影无踪了,亦如春 I always feel that I am a grass in the plain, the sun gave me a green, even though the spring has quietly left, I still watch the spring in the seasons of the four seasons, looking for the fragrance that should not be forgotten. - Inscription in the path of the wind under the moonlight sparse forest, the wind without leaving a sound; Swallow autumn Lake, go go without leaving a shadow. Many pasts are like passing winds, far away wild gooses, quietly disappearing in the memory, have been silent, without a trace, but also like spring