我们总是在离开后才开始怀念,在失去后才懂得珍惜,在一切已经定格后,才开始后悔。那些曾经出现在我们烟花三月里的华丽的青春,就像是庞大而黑暗的潮水一样迅速地覆满大地,然后又退去,不留痕迹。而那些斑驳的岩石,措手不及地裸露在荒芜的大地上,像是见证了一场盛大而精致的放逐 We always begin to remember after we leave. We only treasure it after we lose it. We start to regret it after everything has been fixed. The gorgeous youth that had appeared in our fireworks in March is like a huge and dark tide that covers the ground as quickly as possible, and then retreats without leaving any traces. The mottled rocks, unwittingly exposed on the deserted land, seemed to witness a grand and exquisite banishment