时光萦绕指尖,似是要绕尽少年心中的涓涓心事。在尘世中最不需要通过努力便能获得的就是时间。时光轮上的指针在飞速地做着圆周运动,在自己还未来得及对过去说再见时,便已经从那个不谙世事的顽童成长为一个每日埋头书中的凉薄少年。微风绕耳拂过,沙沙声此起彼伏,像是一曲悦耳动人的古筝,典雅而恬静。从未想过,生命于此会这般宁静,像是微风,柔软无痕,更像那个陪伴自己整个童年的淡静小镇。 The time haunted fingertips, it seems to trick around the hearts of young people. It is time that most of the earth can not get through hard work. The hands of the time wheel are moving rapidly in circular motion. When they have not had time to say goodbye to the past, they have grown from that innocent urchin into a cool, juvenile daily book. Breeze around the ear breeze, rustle one after another, like a pleasant moving guzheng, elegant and quiet. Never thought that life would be so quiet, like a breeze, soft and traceless, more like the quiet town that accompanied her entire childhood.