逝者如斯夫,不舍昼夜。(《论语》)少年易学老难成,一寸光阴不可轻。(朱熹)——题记安静的缱绻的夏天,浮云过眼。一个人栖在老屋的廊檐下,那翠生生的光阴在檐间,径自滴落。我,沉思不语,只留下低低的一声叹息,然后提笔,记录无处安放的心绪和转瞬即逝的时间。当我看到朱红的镜子里再也没有那张可爱稚嫩的面孔时,这才有种恍然若失的感觉,如今的我,已快成年了!当我看到日子一个又 The deceased, such as Si Fu, disdain day and night. (“The Analects of Confucius”) Young people learn easily, an inch of time can not be light. (Zhu Xi) - the title of a quiet summer slumber, clouds over eye. A person living in the corridor of the old house, that the time of green life in the eaves, self-dripping. I, mumbling, leaving only a low sigh, and then pen, recording the mood and fleeting time nowhere to put. When I saw that there was no lovely young immature face in the red mirror, this kind of feeling suddenly disappear, and now I have almost adult! When I see the days of another