流水如你,剪不断记忆的长线;明月如你,暗不了岁月的天空;深沉如你,拾不回童年的稚嫩;匆匆如你,却带不走我们长大的证明。偶然翻起灰尘满页的相册,张张泛黄的照片,幕幕回忆的瞬间,虽然模糊不清,但又恍如昨日,记忆犹新。 Water as you, cut the memory of the long line; the moon as you, the sky can not conceal the years; As deep as you, pick up childhood innocence; hurriedly as you, but with no proof of our growth. Occasionally turned up the album full of dust, Zhang yellow photos, the moment of the curtain memories, although vague, but reminded yesterday, remember.