在人生的河流里,有一个渡口。即使你已经驶离它很久很远,你仍然会随时想回到这个渡口靠岸。去流连探望它的风光和气味。这个渡口,叫青春。——《蓝色大门》所以有人才会说青春是不死的,它一直藏在记忆里的蓝色大门内,随时等待我们翻箱倒柜找寻它。或许青春真的是回不去的,然而我们在青春里的懵懂和勇敢,那些跌的跤,受的伤,笑过哭过的真实却足以谱成一曲完美的诗篇。有什么办法可以让我们放慢脚步,以平静的心态再去看一看那些青春的渡口,不曾细细观赏的迷人景致和风光呢?好吧,你们知道我要谈回到影像上来了。既然青春留不住,何不 In the life of the river, there is a ferry. Even if you have been away from it for a long, long time, you will always want to go back to this ferry. Go hang around and visit its scenery and smell. This ferry, called youth. - “Blue Gate” So someone will say youth is immortal, it has been hiding in the blue door of the memory, waiting for us to turn around and look for it. Perhaps youth can not really go back. However, our ignorance and courage in our youth, those who fall, the wounds that have been hurt and the laughter we have heard make a perfect poem. Is there any way that we can slow down and calmly look at the youthful ferries and the picturesque scenery and scenery that have not been carefully watched? Well, you know I’m going to talk back to the images. Since youth can not stay, why not