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走过的时光就像一本书每一步路途都写着感悟来不及回顾细细阅读下一章就催促我上路夜深人静后常常很想哭所有的往事都呼之欲出其实我心中好想倾诉只是我不擅让心事流露不停的追逐那光荣与财富多虚无却忽略最贴心的眷顾不停的付出赢得了全部都不如那拥抱的温度我像个观众看自己的演出随剧情追溯消失的感触灯火阑珊处我已知足世界在荒芜我还有一棵树回首来时路我真的很在乎这一路错过的和收获的幸福眼泪有多咸笑容的背后多苦好想说我真的很在乎只剩一个人宿醉的孤独多无助就仿佛一场梦要落幕最爱我的人你们都身在何处好想说我真的很在乎
The passage of time is like a book every step of the road Have written the feeling of too late to review carefully read the next chapter on the road to urge me to walk in the dead of night I often want to cry all the past are all in vain In my heart I really want to talk just I’m not good at Mere ceaseless chasing that glory and wealth Nothing but ignoring the most attentive care kept paid to win all not as good as the temperature of that hug I like an audience to see their own performances with the retrospective disappearance of the feeling of dim light I have been Contented the world in desolation I still have a tree back to the time I really care about the road missed and the happiness of the harvest tears more salty smile Behind me so much I really care about leaving only a hangover Lonely helplessness is like a dream to be the end of the people who love me, where are you all want to say I really care