月光洒下清辉,江边琵琶声声入夜,只有流水与浮萍诉说着飘飞的羽翼。静卧这样一方静谧的夜空,看岁月打指尖流过,任心灵行走在苍茫的大漠……为了一季的梦去好好追求,不在乎灵魂深处无根的流浪。跌倒了,爬起来,又跌倒……不知道为了既定的目标去赴汤蹈火,是一种悲哀的执着,还是人生一道美丽的风景;也不知道努力是否仅仅为证明“人生有时候不成功,并不是因为他没有用心付出过”。心灵 Qinghui shed moonlight, waterfront pipa sound into the night, only the water and duckweed tells the flying wings. Sit on the other side of the quiet night sky, watching the years hit the fingertips flow, any soul walking in the vast desert ...... In order to pursue a good season of dreams, do not care rootless wandering deep in the soul. Fall, get up, and fall again ... I do not know whether it is a sad attachment or a beautiful landscape of life for a given goal. I do not know if the effort is merely proof that life is sometimes unsuccessful. Not because he did not give in. " soul