半盏时光里,盛放的是风雨,还是汗水,或者是眼泪?不敢言说,默默地品味着,半盏水波,倒影着云,倒影着月,倒映着山水,也倒影着阳光、人生。——题记不管是午后的咖啡,还是月色里的清茶,我喜欢饮一半,留一半在手中,紧紧握着,渐渐的,能有一丝的惆怅蔓延,在记忆的缝隙里,漫游开来,让我遐思,让我畅想,也让我深陷在回忆中,而有些许感悟以及能给自己留下思考的余地。 Half a dozen years, filled with the wind and rain, or sweat, or tears? Do not dare to say, silently taste, half a wave of water, reflection clouds, reflection of the month, reflecting the landscape, but also reflection of the sun, life. - Inscription Regardless of afternoon coffee, or moonlight tea, I like to drink half, half in my hand, hold it tightly, and gradually, there can be a trace of melancholy spread in the memory of the gap, roaming open , Let me reverie, let me Imagine, let me deep in memory, but a little perception and can leave room for thinking.