时间在历史的洪流中前行,生命在岁月的洗礼中度过,青春是一首嘹亮的战歌。夏夜,捧着一杯清茶,光着一双脚丫,踩在还挂着水珠的草地上。我轻轻踮着脚,小心翼翼地在上面走着——我怕一不小心踩碎了那晶莹的水珠。抬头看,月色如水,天上的星星,很多,很亮,很美。黑色的夜空,把这些小眼睛衬托得更加闪耀,一颗颗小星星,似乎都要化作晶莹闪亮的钻石,跳进我的茶杯里。看那颗小星星,多像桃花盛 Time passes in the torrent of history, and life is spent in the baptism of years. Youth is a shining war song. Summer night, holding a cup of tea, a pair of bare feet, stepping on the grass still hung on the water. I gently tiptoed and walked cautiously on it - I was afraid to crush the crystal drops. Looking up, the moonlight is like water, the stars in the sky, many, very bright, beautiful. In the dark night sky, these small eyes shine more brightly. The small stars seem to be turned into sparkling diamonds and jump into my teacups. Look at the little star, like peach blossom