喜欢听风的日子似乎总在年少,一个人安静地站在天台上或者山巅之上,看万物匍匐在自己脚下,耳边的风一阵一阵吹来,带走时光里锈红色的铁屑和漫天飞扬的尘埃。我们的生活是否沿着最初的轨道前行,或者被时间杜撰和篡改,都已不再重要。年少真是一段美好的时光。当二十岁的我在海边见到一群奔跑的少年,我无法不被他们年轻的面容、明丽的笑声、纯澈的双眸所感染,内心立即在川流不息的日子里检索出曾经的自己和那群相似的少年。少年们停下奔跑的脚步,捡 Like to listen to the wind seems always young, a person quietly standing on the roof or on top of a mountain, watching all things creeping under their own feet, the winds of the ear while blowing, take time rusty red iron and Dusty sky It is no longer important whether our life follows the original path or if it is time-faked and tampered with. Young is really a good time. When I was 20 years old I saw a group of running teenagers at the beach, I could not be infected with their young face, beautiful laughter, and pure clear eyes. My heart immediately retrieved the once and for all Similar groups of teenagers. The boys stopped running and picked up