下了几天的雨,终于停了。我悄然坐在窗前,任夏日的阳光伸出炙热的指尖,触向我陈年的日记。于是,许多个封存的日子拂着我的心头,流过。 “……我就像一头不知疲倦的小鹿,夜里,默默地为自己祈祷。明天,我还要不停地奔跑、奔跑……”这句话可以看做我青春韶华的缩影。不知不觉过了而立之年,我不禁要问:“世间最珍贵的是什么呢?” 遂想起一个神话:有个蜘蛛把网结在圆音寺的横梁上,在千年香火的熏陶中,佛 After a few days of rain, finally stopped. I sat quietly in front of the window, holding out my hot fingertips in the sunshine of the summer, touching my aging diary. As a result, many days of storage blown my heart, through. “... I am like an indefatigable deer, silently praying for myself at night, and tomorrow I am going to run and run ...” This sentence can be seen as a microcosm of my youth. Unconsciously over the years, I can not help but ask: “What is the world’s most precious?” Then think of a myth: there is a spider to the network junction in the tone of the temple tone, the incense in the Millennium incense, Buddha