有时候,我们越想得到的东西,就越得不到。就如同一把细沙,我们想把它握在手中,但它总会从我们的指间滑落,时光也是如此,我们越想留住,但它必会逝去,光阴如流水一样一去不返,而年少时光,也一去不返。每次回到母校,总会无意间地走到那棵树下。抬头望着天,还是那么蓝,树叶还如以往那般繁茂,但却已物是人非。 Sometimes the more we want to get, the less we get. It’s like a fine sand, and we want to hold it in our hands, but it always slips from our fingers, so time goes by, and the more we want to keep it, the more it will go away, the same as it is with flowing water , But young, but also gone. Every time I return to my alma mater, I always walked under the tree inadvertently. Looking up at the sky, or so blue, the leaves are as luxuriant as ever, but it has been non-human matter.