岁月如歌,一串清丽欢快的和弦慢慢收住尾音,将我们带入更加庄严华丽的乐章。青春打马而过,一恍神、一驻足,时间已匆匆流过。站在十六岁的尾巴上,我透过十七岁的长廊,和十八岁遥遥相望。 Years like a song, a string of bright and cheerful chords gradually take over the tail sound, will us into a more solemn ornate movement. Youth had beaten horses and passed by. After a long absence of God and one stop, time had passed. Standing on the tail of the sixteen-year-old, I crossed the seventeen-year-old promenade and looked at the age of eighteen.