蓝天的蓝天,已不复当年模样;繁星的繁星,掩映着点点希望;歌谣的歌谣,仍回味那里花香;明天的明天,究竟该去往何方……我到如今还记得儿时那些阳光灿烂的日子,几个要好的小伙伴在草地上追逐着,嬉笑着。金灿灿的阳光一缕一缕地打下来,照在每个人幸福的小脸上,暖暖的,柔柔的,亮亮的,好不惬意。可这样的回忆在如今竟显得那样不真实,甚至成为了一种奢侈与渴望。世界好似被硬生生撕成了两半,将我们 The blue skies in the blue sky are no longer the same as those in the past; the stars of the stars are hiding their hopes; the songs of ballads are still reminiscent of the scents of flowers; the tomorrow of tomorrow is exactly where to go ... I still remember those sunny days Days, a few good partners chased in the grass, laughing. A ray of golden sunshine lay down, according to everyone’s happy little face, warm, soft, bright, so cozy. Such a memory may actually seem so untrue and even become a luxury and longing. The world seems to be torn in half, will us