生命中处处有掌声。一朵花的盛开,一只鸟的迁徙,一抹云的变幻,一次心的颤动,世间万物以各自的方式存在着,个中渗透出的点点滴滴,是那缠绵如丝的掌声。以往的我从不在意这些,只是一任流光飞逝,然后在指间留下一丝落寞,于心头驻守一缕轻愁。在那以往的生活中,世界永远都是黑白两 There is applause everywhere. A flower blossoms, a bird’s migration, a cloud of change, a trembling heart, everything in the world exists in its own way, every bit of infiltration, is the lingering applause. In the past, I didn’t care about these things. I just flickered my life, and then I left a trace in my fingers and stayed in my heart for a contempt. In that past life, the world is always black and white.