是不是因为有了日记,许多回忆才会平添悲意;是不是因为有了照片,往日的昏黄才会犹如昨日的夕阳;是不是因为浮渣会沉淀,水中物质才会那么清晰可见……灯火照往昔,当我们出生后,就尽力演着属于自己的那份戏。成长的路上,我们翻山越岭,随着步伐或起或落。渐渐地,我们都会明白,没有一处篝火能夜夜笙歌,却也没有一片荒原会终日萧索, Is it because of the diary that many memories will add to the sadness? Is it because of the photographs that the past dimming will be like yesterday’s sunset? Is it because the scum will precipitate and the water will be so clearly visible ... As in the past, when we were born, we tried our best to play our part. On the way to growth, we climb the mountains, rising or falling with the pace. Gradually, we will understand that there is not a place where a bonfire can be sung all night and night, but there is no shortage of wilderness will be all day long,