一年一年走来,一度一度老去,心田里始终有一个不醒的梦。那就是找一个安静的所在,最好和爱人在一起,次好与朋友在一起,抑或是只一个人,寻一处有花有草的地方,卸下肩头的重担,将自己的心放置在阳光下,发呆,静默。坐到悠闲时,会听到身边有音乐响起,像过往的风吹动身边海棠树的叶子。彼时,随着风声一起生动起来的,是开成素白色的细碎花朵,她们是天上坠落的星辰,干干净净地将花朵开在一丛丛的绿里,有一两只蝴蝶在花芯里和蜜蜂们谈生意。蝴蝶采的粉是用来调侃生活的,蜜蜂的粉则是 Come year after year, once the old, heart has always had a wake up dream. That is to find a quiet place, it is best to be with lover, with friends, or just a person, find a place with flowers, remove the burden on the shoulders, placing their hearts on The sun, trance, silence. Sitting leisurely, you will hear music sounded around, like the wind blowing past the leaves of crabapple tree. At that time, with the wind and the sound together vividly, is a fine white flowers, they are stars falling from the sky, clean the flowers in a clump of green, with one or two butterflies in the wick Talk to the bees about business. Butterfly mining powder is used to ridicule life, bees powder is