乙未年六月廿三午时——“让往事都随风”林阴小道坑坑洼洼,午后阳光投下斑驳的树影。我漫步于小道之中,偶然遇见一位昔日好友,因而甚为高兴。每位故友都像一部时光机,会让你回到青葱岁月,想起那段打马而过的美好时光,走进那份甜蜜美好的回忆。我不禁谈起过往的轶事,沉浸于温暖与兴奋之中。然而,她却似乎并没有把我看作时光机。她沉默,冷漠而又疏远,像是不曾与我相识的人,任由我这个“陌生人”独自滔滔不绝。那日的那 B is not June 23rd - June “let the past are windy” Linyin trail potholed, the afternoon sun cast mottling shadows. I am very happy to wander through the trail and meet a good old friend occasionally. Every friend is like a time machine, will let you go back to the green years, think of that good time to fight through, into the share of sweet memories. I can not help but talk about anecdotes of the past, immersed in warmth and excitement. However, she does not seem to think of me as a time machine. She was silent, apathetic and estranged, like someone who had never met me, letting me “stranger” run alone. That day