当我翻开相册时,才蓦然发现,那些曾自以为是,引以为傲的曾经,都如流沙般,一粒一粒在岁月的长河中流失……原来,流年似水。我开始努力地回想起已逝去的曾经,那些笑,那些悲,那些泪,那些乐,都只是一团模糊的影子,在远处,飘摇。 When I opened the album, I suddenly found that those who had self-righteousness, proud of once, like a quicksand, one by one in the years of the river lost ... ... The original, fleeting like water. I began to work hard to recall what had been lost, those laughs, those sadness, those tears, those music, were only a vague shadow, wandering in the distance.