就这样安静着,其实也早已习惯这样的落寞,逝去的岁月里,盈满百转千愁,窗外一栏湿意,意未央,独彷徨。—题记时间的演变,承载着记忆的画卷,如冰冻的水晶,轻轻的一碰,碎成了一地的晶莹。叹息的骄阳铸就了那不尽的黄昏,此刻,天空也开始了沉思。缅怀往昔繁华,追忆前尘往事,流走的青葱里。慢慢记起了最初的边缘,演绎着这一个人的惆怅,那年夏天,我们满怀希 It is so quiet, in fact, have long been accustomed to such lonely, lost years, full of hundred revolutions worry, out of the window a bar of wet Italy, Italian Wei Yang, the only imitation 徨. - Inscription time evolved, carrying a picture of memory, such as frozen crystal, gently touch, broken into a crystal. Sighing sun cast that endless dusk, at the moment, the sky began to meditate. Memories of past bustling, memories of past events, flowing away in the shallots. Slowly remember the initial edge, interpretation of this person's melancholy, that summer, we are full of hope