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回首望去,那悠悠而漫长的岁月似乎在一夕之间流逝,如同白驹过隙。从小区门口延伸到学校的那条路,走了一年又一年,春去,秋来,花开,花落。路还在,人也还是这个人。路边的行道树一年年长高,从一楼的窗口长到了二楼的窗口。我也在长高,虽然没有它们那样长得快,但是,在我的眼里,不知从什么时候开始,路变长了,楼变矮了。突然间发现,有那么多事物值得我去回味、反思。
Looking back and looking, that long and long years seems to have passed overnight, as the white horse clearance. From the cell door to the school that way, walk year after year, spring to autumn, flowers, flowers. The road is still, people are still this person. The roadside tree trees year-old high, from the window on the first floor to the window on the second floor. I’m growing taller, though not as fast as they are, but in my eyes I do not know when the road starts to grow, and the building gets shorter. Suddenly found that so many things deserve my remembrance, reflection.