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流年似水。时光的长河,淌走了我们多少动人的故事。记忆是最美最美的天使,她用五彩的裙裾妆扮自己、鼓动永恒。我们因此不再担心,尽管放开胆子,摇起诗化的桨,向亮丽的人生之岸,划去,划去……桨是木做的,我却时时想起水来。春天、夏天、秋天、抑或是白絮纷飞的冬日,鸟们都在欢快地歌唱——各个季节之间,紧凑得不打一个顿号,水在梯梯坎坎上弹奏。生命真美。荡起双桨,你是否会想起……童年和水!是的,让我们荡起双桨,让小船儿承载梦与理想。划桨扬帆,搅万圈晕圆；让湖水常绿,让天宇常蓝。
The fleeting year is like water. The long river of time has taken away many of our moving stories. Memories are the most beautiful and beautiful angels. She uses colorful skirts to dress herself and encourage eternity. We are no longer worried about this. Although we are not afraid to open our minds and shake up the poetic paddles, we can draw to the bright shores of life and draw them. The paddles are made of wood. I always think of water. In spring, summer, autumn, or even a winter day, the birds sang happily—between seasons, they did not have a compact number, and water played on the ladder. Life is beautiful. If you swing your sculls, will you remember ... childhood and water! Yes, let’s swing the sculls and let the boats carry dreams and dreams. Paddle the sails, stir circles and dizzy; make the lake green and let the sky blue.