时间太瘦,指缝太宽。很多的故事还没来得及开始,就被刻画成了昨天,太多的人还没来得及相遇,就离散成了过客,坐在呼啸而过的列车里面,数着车厢里人来人往,窗外亘古不变的星空静默成背景,拉开车窗,却看不见前路也看不见来路。只是,当我们发现自己的青春成为永恒的记忆的时候,对面的乘客已是换了又换,是怨恨白驹过隙,还是粲然一笑心想自己岁月不负?初读此文的时候,第一反应是 Time is too thin, fingers are too wide. A lot of stories have not had time to start, it is portrayed as Yesterday, too many people have not had time to meet, it became a discrete passenger, sitting in the train whistling inside, counting the people coming and going inside the car, Unchanged sky into a silent background, pull the window, but can not see the way can not see the future. However, when we find our youth to become eternal memories, the opposite passenger has changed and changed, is resentment, or a smile thought to his own time? The first time reading this article, the first reaction is