亲爱的自己,还记得那些充满酸甜苦辣的陈年往事吗?月光轻轻地拨开层层云雾,光影摇曳在木窗棂上。凭栏遥望,默默看着眼前的这一抹墨绿,我准备给你写信。已至不惑之年,你的眼神慢慢地扫过字迹时,心中是否五味杂陈?因为你是我憧憬的未来,我就成了你回忆的写照。未来仿佛是被云雾掩盖的新月,朦胧而未知;过去则像褪去光华的夕阳,清晰而陈旧。应该记得吧,记得那些求学时代的老师、那些伏案批卷的背影,当粉笔灰 Dear oneself, still remember those full of sour and hot old events? Moonlight gently opened the clouds, the light swaying on the wooden window. Lean on the fence, silently watching the dark green in front of me, I am going to write to you. Has been the age of perplexity, your eyes slowly sweep the writing, the heart is mixed? Because you are my vision of the future, I became your portrayal of memories. The future is like a new moon covered in clouds, foggy and unknown; the past is like a faded Guanghua sunset, clear and old. It should be remembered, remember those who study the era of teachers, those who ambushed the back of the volume, when the chalk gray