独坐窗前,轻轻合上书本,被一句朴素的圣言感动得热血奔涌,抬眼远眺那最后的一抹夕阳消失在天边,面对往事,生命有多少无奈,心灵就有多少感慨。独自走在林荫下,踩着厚厚的积叶,听着脚下沙沙的声音,仿佛远方有一个久久的期盼,等着去靠近;独自凝视童年的照片,追忆天真,发现额上已写 Sitting alone in front of the window, gently closed the book, was moved by a simple Shengyue passionate, looked up overlooking the last touch of sunset disappeared in the sky, in the face of the past, how much life frustration, the heart has much emotion. Walk alone in the shade, stepping on the thick leaves, listening to the sound of rustling feet, as if afar has a long-awaited look, waiting to go close; alone staring childhood photos, memories of innocence and found that the amount has been written