总会有一瞬,目光触及掀开的书页,或是耳际传来熟悉的旋律,然后心底仿佛有什么悄然探出,撕裂记忆孵化的蛹壳,那样的突如其来,却叫人衷心微笑着感伤。又一季春风催开花蕾,少年的心事便于此间潜滋暗长。曾许下的刻骨铭心,曾以为要以生命来牢记的誓言,亦在此被仓促地留下。那么,在消逝之前,在倦怠之前,在彼此的激情尚未燃尽之前,在寒霜尚未爬上鬓发,光阴还未揉皱额角之前,还可以倚在这一季的烟雨里,从风的来处听到记忆里那些不忍忘却的回音。 There will always be a moment when the eyes touch the opened page or the familiar melody in my ears, and then the heart seems to have quietly sprung out, tearing the hatched memory pupae shell, so sudden, but sincerely smiled and sentimental . Another season spring push flower buds, juvenile’s mind to facilitate the dark latent darkness. The unforgettable vow, once thought to be enshrined in life, has also been left behind in a hurry. Well, before they fade away, before the burnout, before the passion of each other has been burned up, before the frost has not climbed its hair and the time has not yet reached the forehead, it can still lean on this season’s rain and rain, I heard the memory of those who can not bear to forget the echo.