在无数个空气清新透明得如同玻璃樽的清晨,看柔和的阳光倔强地穿过厚实的窗帘在地板上跳舞。总想拾起木棉树下欢乐破碎的记忆,拼凑出昔日的画面。但是,我懂,时光之剑劈碎了从前,支离破碎的片断始终汇不成长卷。一轮明月,妩媚地盛开在湛蓝的天际,依然习惯一个人,整理这样那样的思绪。月色清明,承载着我卑微的心愿和思念,它们悬浮在 In the early hours of innumerable fresh and transparent air like glass bottles, watching the soft sunshine stubbornly dance through thick curtains on the floor. Always want to pick up the joyful broken memory under the kapok tree, put together the old picture. However, I know, the sword of time split the past, fragments have always failed to grow. A bright moon, charmingly in full bloom in the blue sky, still accustomed to a person, finishing such thoughts. Bright moonlight, carrying my humble wishes and thoughts, they are suspended in