人生不过百年,百年之内又能做什么?谁知晓呢。静静地踱步,几时,几日,总是被这个问题如同漩涡深深地拖了进去,大约是近十年的忍耐又或是这几日生病所致。人在病了,总会想许多自扰的问题吧。人生不过百年,富贵啊,荣华啊,也只是百年,也许是星星一个闪烁便逝去。从指尖,从喧杂,又或是四面八方而去,留不住,也抓不住。时间便是如此的轻盈,仿佛没有尽头,却不知它在面临终点之时,有无回想昔日的一切,是否也有人性了。突然觉得一切的一切只是 However, a hundred years of life, what can be done within a century? Who knows? Quietly paced, when, a few days, always dragged into this issue as a whirlpool, about the last ten years of patience or illness caused by these days. People are sick, always think a lot of self-interference problem. However, a hundred years of life, wealth ah, glory ah, it is only a hundred years, maybe a flash of stars will be gone. From the fingertips, from the noise, or go in all directions, unable to retain, but also catch. Time is so light, as if there is no end, but I do not know it in the face of the end, whether or not to recall all the past, whether or not humanity. Suddenly everything is everything