青山依旧,几度夕阳红。十年了,我对你的爱依然初衷。 十年前,一个风雨交加的夜晚,我独自在外地工地值班,如不是你冒雨陪伴,我真不知道如何打发那无奈的寂寞。记得当时我还轻轻地吻了你。 往后的每一次见面,你都给我带来新的感觉,新的启迪。你不是一幅画,而是一首意味隽永的诗。 虽经多年风雨,在众多兄弟姐妹中,你未显憔悴,而是性格越显沉稳,面容越显清新华贵,你走向庄重和成熟。 Castle still, several red sunset. Ten years, my love for you still mind. Ten years ago, a stormy night, I was alone on duty in the field site, if not you accompany the rain, I really do not know how to send that helpless loneliness. I remember when I also kissed you gently. Every time after the meeting, you have brought me a new feeling, new inspiration. You are not a painting, but a meaningful poem. After many years of trials and hardships, among the many brothers and sisters, you have not looked haggard, but the more the character is more calm and the more your face is more fresh and luxurious, and you are becoming solemn and mature.