岁月在无情逝去。在指尖, 在发梢,已经找不到从前的气息,只有在记忆深处藏着那淡淡的影子:刚上中学时,夕阳下, 竹林边,那个透过繁茂竹叶偷看被裁剪得细细碎碎的余晖的小女孩;田野里,小溪畔,那个穿着小碎花连衣裙赤着脚丫拍着巴掌玩泥巴的小丫头片子……如今, The years passed without resignation. At the tip of my fingertips, I couldn’t find the old breath in my hair. Only in the deep memory I had a faint shadow: When I was in middle school, under the setting sun, on the edge of the bamboo forest, the peek through the lush bamboo leaves was cut out. The little girl who is finely smashing, and the little girl in the field, in the field, at the creek, in the little floral dress, barefoot, patted the muddy little girl’s head... Now,