我曾听过这样一句话:“假如皱纹终将刻在脸上,你能做到的,只是不让它刻在你的心上。”我们的一生都在衰老,都在无限接近永寂,我们的一生,差不多也都在追寻着什么。时间,磨灭了棱角,冲刷了天真,刺痛了理想,缠绵了眼眶那婉转半生的温柔和那抹曾经澄净如水的笑意。假如说,孩童时的我们,笑容是纯净明媚的阳光,那当岁月拂去心头尘埃,步入成熟的我们,笑容就该是带着花 I have heard such a sentence: “If the wrinkles will finally carved in the face, you can do, just do not let it engraved in your heart. ” Our life is aging, are infinitely close forever Quiet, our life, almost all are looking for something. Time, obliterate the edges and corners, washed naive, stabbed the ideal, lingering orbital mildly gentle and Nama had a clean water smile. If we say that when we are children, the smile is a pure and bright sunshine, when the time flies to the heart and the dust, into a mature one, we should smile with flowers