我念着过去的秋,紧握着现在的冬,恋上了未来的春。其实我是在一个微凉的半夏里诉说,诉说一场未知的冒险——人生。昨天人生没有可以退回过去的可能,自从懂事起我就懂得这个道理,只是当初理解得有些肤浅。我用相机来记述曾经那些感动,但如今我也不知道自己到底照了些什么内容,翻翻看看,其中不过是一些浑浊的空气和毫无特点的阳光罢了,那些当初的唯美感动,仔细品味,鼻子是会酸的。我有时会忘记,忘记玫瑰刺带来的痛,忘记那被路灯拉长的 I read the past autumn, hold the present winter, fall in love with the future of the spring. In fact, I was told in a cool Banxia Xia, tell an unknown adventure - life. Yesterday there was no possibility that life could be returned to the past. Since I was a sensible one, I understood this truth, only to have some superficial understanding. I used the camera to describe those who have been touched, but now I do not know what exactly I took photos, looking through, but some of the turbid air and sunlight without the name of those original aesthetic moved, carefully Taste, nose will be sour. I sometimes forget, forget the pain caused by rose thorn, forget that it was elongated by the street light