白昼追赶着黑夜，
                                          黑夜紧随着白昼，
                                          可你看，
                                          它们却无法重逢，
                                          只能上演着永恒的悲剧。

                                          曾经年少的我，在偶然间
                                          路过江南的某个渡口；
                                          乌篷船载不动无限的忧思，
                                          马头琴奏不出少年的情愁；
                                          自此，那霏霏烟雨、淡淡桃花，
                                          定格为我生命中抹不去的风景。

                                          烟雨终会消融，
                                          少年终会老去；
                                          那些在意过却又错失过的美，
                                          留给我们的，
                                          不只是无尽的悔恨与感慨 ，
                                          而是对岁月深深的留恋。

                                          日与月可以毫无瓜葛，
                                          山与水可以两两相望；
                                          青春打马而过，
                                          错过的时光，
                                          犹如那年盛开过的昙花......
                                                                                 
                                                                                 

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