岁月在无情逝去,在指尖,在发梢,已经找不到从前的气息,只有在记忆深处藏着的那淡淡的影子。夕阳下,竹林边,那个透过繁茂竹叶欣赏被它们裁剪得细细碎碎余晖的小女孩的影子; Years passed away in relentlessness, at the tip of the fingertips, at the tip of the hair, no breath of the past was found, only a faint shadow hidden in the memory. Under the setting sun, on the edge of the bamboo forest, the shadow of the little girl who was cut through the luxuriant bamboo leaves to appreciate the shreds and pieces of them;