时间将岁月长河染成黑白二色,我逆流而上,偷听着时光深处的呢喃。一点墨,落下,化开,成了一条灰色长河,不知从何而来,淌过我的身侧,流向未知的远方。一点点墨痕,隐约在远方勾勒出一叶孤舟飘来。纵隔尚远,仍能听见一人低吟:“哀吾生之须臾,羡长江之无穷。挟飞仙以遨游,抱明月而长终。知不可乎骤得,托遗响于悲风。”偷偷听着这低吟,似有那么一瞬间,我看见黑白世界里,一片清江明月。长河淌着,永不停歇。远方厚墨描画的彼岸缓缓走来,模模 Time will be years of dyed black and white, I upstream, eavesdropping in the depths of the whisper. A little ink, falling, opening, has become a long gray river, I do not know where it came from, flowing through my side, to unknown distance. A little ink marks, vaguely outlined in the distance a floating boat floating. Longitudinal mediastinum, still can hear one whispered: "My bereavement of life whispered, envy the infinity of the Yangtze River. Feast cents to travel, hold the moon and long end. Secretly listening to this whisper, it seems like a moment, I saw the world in black and white, a bright moon. River dripping, never stop. Far thick ink depicting the other side come slowly, mold