本帖最后由 晓梦初醒 于 2015-6-21 19:55 编辑
驿动的雨季,蝉鸣的声音。 Moving the rainy season, the sound of cicadas. 在这样的一个炎热的夏季也开始变的很动听。 In such a hot summer has begun to become very pleasant. 关于你的事迹, About you, 我总是很不经意间提起笔来写起你的名字。 I would always have a pen to write your name. 一个诗人的笔,可能被名言精句粉饰的无懈可击。 A poet's pen, may be famous clever whitewash with no chink in one's armour. 但一旦遇到的爱情, But once met the love, 所谓的千言万语就显得很无力, The so-called becomes very weak thousands and thousands of words, 不过一句话的来的彻底。 But a word of the thorough. 季末的风景,逝去了清晰。 At the end of the season, the scenery is gone. 那本泛黄只剩扉页的日历, The yellow only page calendar, 谁曾关心他的过去? Who cares about his past? 在那个浪漫不羁的年纪, In the romantic age, 卸下包袱,背上行囊, Remove the burden, on the back of the pack, 说走就走的旅行。 Said to walk on the trip. 少年的心智,可能很幼稚。 Juvenile's mind, may be very naive. 但 一旦爱情,终身爱情。 But once love, love for life.
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