岁月是一位雕塑家,用它那无情的手指在你的脸上留下走过的痕迹。岁月是一幅山水画,用它那细腻的线条在你的身上描摹最美的色彩。岁月是一首进行曲,用它那优美的旋律在你的心里印下刻骨的记忆。你,长城上的一块砖。万千人民洒满汗水,用尽智慧把你建造成举世无双而又无与伦比的建筑——长城。多少帝王退却,多少朝代更迭,可是你依然健在。 Time is a sculptor, with its ruthless fingers left traces of your face. Time is a landscape painting, with its delicate lines in your body to describe the most beautiful colors. Time is a march, with its beautiful melody in your heart imprinted engraved memories. You, a brick on the Great Wall. Thousands of people sweat, exhausted wisdom to build you into a unique and unparalleled building - the Great Wall. How many emperors retreat, how many dynasties change, but you are still alive.