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弹指间,已至岁末。年初的诸种美好规划尚未完全实现,流光却已径自掠过了台历的最后一行。似乎,每次绿了梢头,谢了春红之后,时光就如一抹蛰伏的烟波,绕过人家轻翘雅致的屋檐,行过宅前碧波微漾的池塘,步入故居清风浩荡的回廊,悄然勾勒出四季的曲线,直到完稿时才对世人发出惊心一响。痴顽的我们陡然被惊醒,惊觉时光在四季蛰伏中已然蝶变。庄生乍醒,蝴梦何寻?
Fingertips, has been the end of the year. Various beautiful plans at the beginning of the year have not yet been fully realized, and Streamer has skimmed the last line of the desk calendar. It seems that each time the green shoots, thanks to the spring red, the time is like a hint of dormant Yanbo, bypassing the elegant euphemism of the eaves, across the house before the blue waves of micro-Yang pond, into the mighty mansion, quietly Sketched out the four seasons of the curve, until the time of the final issue of the world shocked. Stupid we suddenly awakened, shocked time in the dormant butterfly dormant already. Zhuangsheng wake up, what dream?