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当我回头的一瞬,时光淡然消逝,多想重回以前的日子,找回属于我的云淡风轻。想抓住清风的脚,像春日般烂漫的笑容,像一抹清亮,在我的脸上慢慢漾开。闭上眼,仿佛躺在儿时的草地上,看天边春水,听清脆鸟鸣。以前的日子像茶一样,清新,淡雅,如云淡,也如风轻。昔日的我,时常与伙伴们一起在充满生机的春日里玩耍,倾听花开的声音。有时躺在蓊郁的春草地上,躲在香樟的背后,伴着盈盈笑语。偶尔细碎的脚步,会激起一抹春日的绿,沾在我的衣裳上,难以忘记。
When I look back the moment, the time indifferent disappear, want to return to the days before, find my clear and gentle. Want to seize the breeze of the feet, like the spring-like smile, like a touch of clear, in my face slowly Yang Kai. Close your eyes, as if lying on childhood grass, watching the horizon spring, listen to crisp birds. The same old days as tea, fresh, elegant, such as cloud light, but also as the wind light. Former days, I used to play with my friends on the spring days full of life and listen to the flowers. Sometimes lying in the gloomy spring grass, hiding behind the camphor, accompanied by Yingying laughter. Occasionally broken footsteps, will provoke a touch of spring green, dip in my clothes, hard to forget.