<h3>《歲月之風(fēng)》</h3><h3> 時(shí)光，是世上最無(wú)情的字句，再深的感情，再重的恩義，再美的情愫，都會(huì)因天涯遠(yuǎn)隔歲月流失而漸漸淡去。這不是世事滄涼，也不是人情淡漠，而是彼此間的喜怒哀樂(lè)不能永久共享，這就是歲月之風(fēng)。</h3><h3> 歲月之風(fēng)猶如春天的風(fēng)，盈潤(rùn)著淡淡的花香，在愛(ài)的日子里，天是藍(lán)的，風(fēng)是柔的，心是溫暖的。</h3><h3> 歲月之風(fēng)也猶如冬天的風(fēng)，刺骨穿皮，讓人哆嗦，因?yàn)闀r(shí)光會(huì)淡化了我心中的你及你心中的我，再深的情，再美的愛(ài)也會(huì)因?yàn)闀r(shí)光慢慢的淡記， 仇也沒(méi)，恨也枯，再熟的路也會(huì)陌生路，因?yàn)闀r(shí)光……</h3><h3><br /></h3><h3> 憶起童年的那天，猶如找到另一個(gè)我 ，正在冬天的月光里 ，追逐著落葉在風(fēng)里的寒飄舞跳。</h3><h3>年復(fù)一年，黃昏照亮了父母親的鄉(xiāng)間 ，古老的柴火灶膛，燃燒著落葉柴枝，歲月的風(fēng)，讓我因思念倍感溫暖 ，在那時(shí)光里 ，最明亮的光焰讓風(fēng)吹來(lái)，也被吹去；一路走來(lái)的點(diǎn)滴，豪放鋪開(kāi)了歲月的記憶，那是媽媽的味道，也是爸爸的嘮叨。</h3><h3><br /></h3><h3> 在沒(méi)有落差的旋律里，我要用幸福譜曲，以美德做詞，邀一朵路過(guò)的游云，淺踏一徑花香，單戀一曲偶然的歌、讓歲月飄零在風(fēng)里。</h3><h3><br /></h3><h3>看著風(fēng)景穿梭，回望年華似水，風(fēng)有風(fēng)的灑脫，云有云的飄逸，花有花的美麗，葉有葉的執(zhí)著；在歲月風(fēng)行里，踏踏實(shí)實(shí)走好腳下的路，做好自己的事。人生如書，即使做不到每一頁(yè)都精彩紛呈，但也可以讓每一頁(yè)都有內(nèi)涵意義，讓心靈舒展，讓生活平淡。</h3><h3><br /></h3><h3> 回首自己，年輕雖不懂世故，卻在歷次的磨礪中懂得了舍得；步入中年的路途中，雖偶染世俗之味，也依然保持內(nèi)心最真實(shí)的自我。因?yàn)?，人生的彩色，需要的是眼界，而眼界的寬窄需要的是高度。站在高處，你?huì)發(fā)現(xiàn)路的盡頭仍然是路，無(wú)論那一條，都是不一樣的人生。 </h3><h3> </h3><h3> 歲月不待于我，無(wú)論人生如何變化，夢(mèng)想依舊，情懷依舊；無(wú)論前路如何迷茫，腳步不停止，追求不改變；無(wú)論日月如何流轉(zhuǎn)，世界依然，生命依然。<br /></h3><h3> 造就不一樣的人生，那是歲月洗禮。</h3><h3><br /></h3><h3> 文／魏海濱</h3><h3> 2017.12.05凌晨</h3><h3><br /></h3><h3><br /></h3><h3>"Years" the wind of time, is the world's most ruthless words, deep feelings, heavy Enyi, beautiful feelings, are due to the loss of time and the distant horizon faded. This is not the cold of the world, nor the indifference, but the joy and sorrow of each other can not be permanently shared, this is the wind of time. The wind of time is like the wind of spring. It is filled with light flowers. In the days of love, the sky is blue, the wind is soft, and the heart is warm. The years of wind just like the winter wind, biting through the skin, make people tremble, because the time will dilute the hearts of you and your heart to me, then deep love, again beautiful love also because of time slowly pale, enmity nor hate, dry, familiar road will the strange road, because of time...... Remember that childhood, I like to find another, is winter in the moonlight, chasing the leaves in the wind in the cold wave jump. Year after year, dusk lit up the old parents in the country, the firewood burning leaves, sticks, years of wind, let me feel warm because of missing, at that time, the bright flame let the wind blowing, have been blown away; along the way a bit, and the spread of the memory of the years, that is the taste of the mother, is my father's nagging. In the absence of gap of the melody, I want to use music to make the words of happiness, virtue, invited a passing cloud, shallow foot path of flowers, a song, let unrequited love accidental years of wandering in the wind. Look at the scenery on the shuttle, time like water, wind and wind and clouds, the elegant flowers, beautiful flowers, leaves and leaf persistent; in the years of popular, do at the foot of the road, do their own thing. Life is like a book, even if not every page is wonderful, but it can also make every page have meaning, let the mind stretch, make life dull. Looking back on oneself, though young do not know the world, he learned to be willing in all his grind. When he entered the middle age, though he was stained with worldly flavour, he still kept the most real self in his heart. For the color of life requires an eye, and the width of the eye needs a height. Standing at the height, you will find that the end of the road is still the way, no matter that one, it is a different life. Time and tide wait for me. No matter how life changes, dreams remain, and feelings remain; no matter how confused the road is ahead, footsteps do not stop and pursue is not changed; no matter how the sun and moon circulate, the world still lives. To make a different life, it is the baptism of time. Wen / Wei Haibin 2017.12.05 early morning</h3>