人未老,眼却花了;泪未流,世界却模糊了。当我发现自己的眼睛已不能清晰领略世界时,已回不到当初了。吹不散,如同有一层薄雾始终弥漫在眼前;挥不去,如同一件纱衣执意要披上我的眼。我恨,我恨自己的眼睛无情地背叛了我;我恨,我恨我曾引以为豪的视力就这样无声无息 People are old, eyes are spent; tears do not flow, the world is blurred. When I found that my eyes could not clearly understand the world, I could not return to the original. It was as if there was a layer of mist that permeated through the eyes; it couldn’t go away like a piece of shawl that insisted on my eyes. I hate that I hate my eyes for betraying me ruthlessly; I hate that I hate the vision that I once took so proud to be so silent