哦,这是一只萤火虫。没有什么不在岁月中老去,是的,没有什么。我常想,当一辈子已经过完,当一切春色三分,一分泥土,一分流水,一分烟云之后,我们能在这个世界上留下什么。也许,仅剩下了一个在亲人口中念叨着的名字。或者,即便是一个名字,也没有停留多久,很快便在别人的记忆中烟消云散了。我们无法留住朝暾,我们也无法留住晚霞,能与我们 Oh, this is a firefly. Nothing is not old age, yes, nothing. I often think that when a lifetime has passed, when everything is one-third of spring, a drop of earth, a stream of water, a cloud of smoke, what can we leave behind in this world. Perhaps, there is only one name left in the mouth of the loved ones. Or, even a name, did not stay long, soon disappeared in memory of others. We can not keep the dynasty, we can not keep the sunset, with us