风起花瓣落,无边丝雨细如愁,招来寒雨几回眸,此时苍穹再不是年少时的朗朗长空,它变得更为广袤。而我也终究懂得,生命是一曲骊歌,唱尽繁华与落寞,成长是不断割舍的过程。原以为你是一纸褶皱不堪的书页,掩着岁月的沉香,再无昔日的光彩。其实不然。周末闲暇时,我回老家去探望外婆。 Wind petals fall, boundless silk as thin as worry, provoke a few looking back and forth at this time, when the sky is no longer a young Lang Lan, it becomes even more vast. And I finally understand that life is a song of Li, sing and flourish and lonely, growth is the process of letting go. I thought you were a crumpled page of paper, cover the years of incense, no longer the glory of the past. actually not. I spent my weekend leisure time visiting my grandmother.