不是一番寒彻骨,怎得梅花扑鼻香?往事知多少,繁花落后,回首触目,每一缕记忆化身涓涓细流,而最终汇成的却是滔滔大江,波浪澎湃,不断冲击心灵之土。三年峥嵘,最忆是那黑暗帘幕下独有的恬静悠然。尘封的记忆渐渐涌上心间……夜色中窗外的雨淅淅沥沥地下着,亮堂的光线不再灼人,柔和 Not a bit cold, how plum floss? How much to know the past, flowers fall behind, looking back and forth, each trickle of trickle of memory incarnation, but the final sink into the surging river, surging waves, continue to impact the soul of the soil. Three years towering, most recall is that the dark curtain unique leisurely leisurely. Dusty memories gradually in my heart ... ... the rain outside the window in the night, the bright light is no longer scorching, gentle