花都开了,当我独自徘徊于香花小径时,我却不知道花是为谁芬芳;雾都散了,当一个完整清晰的世界依然呈现在我面前,我却没有置身其中的熟悉;风越吹越大了,当我艰难地走在顶风的街上,我却找不到那个永远为我守候的避风港湾。又是一年秋叶落了,我的记忆尘封在这落满秋叶的季节,记忆的深处是永远的霜叶漫天。天凉了,当花朵也消逝了它的芬芳,霜叶漫天中忽然飘起了花瓣飞旋,叶与花,却永远没有交汇的轨迹。——题记 The flowers were all open. When I was alone on the fragrant flower path, I didn’t know who the flowers were for; the fog was scattered. When a complete and clear world was still presented to me, I was not familiar with it; The more I blew, the harder I walked in the windy street. I couldn’t find the sheltered bay that was always waiting for me. Another year when the autumn leaves fell, my memory was covered in a season full of autumn leaves. The depth of memory was the eternal frost leaves. When the weather is cold, when the flower also fades its fragrance, the leaves of the snow suddenly float in the sky, leaves and flowers, but never have the trajectory of convergence. --Inscription