花开叶落,人来车过,变的是时间,不变的是记忆深处的那份美好。——题记烟花三月,我从它的面前走过。终被一树紫荆定住了双眸,绊住了原本匆匆的脚步。那紫荆还在啊……灼灼一树。可是……别的呢?我怔怔地站在它面前。路边过往的车辆少得可怜,偶有路过的,却匆匆地飞驰而过, Flowers bloom, people came to the car, change is the time, the same memory is the share of the beautiful. - inscription fireworks March, I walked in front of it. The end was a tree Bauhinia fixed his eyes, caught the original hurried footsteps. That Bauhinia still ah ... burning a tree. But ... what else? I stumbled in front of it. Roadside vehicles in the past pitiful, occasionally passing, but hurriedly speeding past,