岁月之风

魏海滨 美美地文作

《岁月之风》

时光，是世上最无情的字句，再深的感情，再重的恩义，再美的情愫，都会因天涯远隔岁月流失而渐渐淡去。这不是世事沧凉，也不是人情淡漠，而是彼此间的喜怒哀乐不能永久共享，这就是岁月之风。

岁月之风犹如春天的风，盈润着淡淡的花香，在爱的日子里，天是蓝的，风是柔的，心是温暖的。

岁月之风也犹如冬天的风，刺骨穿皮，让人哆嗦，因为时光会淡化了我心中的你及你心中的我，再深的情，再美的爱也会因为时光慢慢的淡记， 仇也没，恨也枯，再熟的路也会陌生路，因为时光……

忆起童年的那天，犹如找到另一个我 ，正在冬天的月光里 ，追逐着落叶在风里的寒飘舞跳。

年复一年，黄昏照亮了父母亲的乡间 ，古老的柴火灶膛，燃烧着落叶柴枝，岁月的风，让我因思念倍感温暖 ，在那时光里 ，最明亮的光焰让风吹来，也被吹去；一路走来的点滴，豪放铺开了岁月的记忆，那是妈妈的味道，也是爸爸的唠叨。

在没有落差的旋律里，我要用幸福谱曲，以美德做词，邀一朵路过的游云，浅踏一径花香，单恋一曲偶然的歌、让岁月飘零在风里。

看着风景穿梭，回望年华似水，风有风的洒脱，云有云的飘逸，花有花的美丽，叶有叶的执着；在岁月风行里，踏踏实实走好脚下的路，做好自己的事。人生如书，即使做不到每一页都精彩纷呈，但也可以让每一页都有内涵意义，让心灵舒展，让生活平淡。

回首自己，年轻虽不懂世故，却在历次的磨砺中懂得了舍得；步入中年的路途中，虽偶染世俗之味，也依然保持内心最真实的自我。因为，人生的彩色，需要的是眼界，而眼界的宽窄需要的是高度。站在高处，你会发现路的尽头仍然是路，无论那一条，都是不一样的人生。　

　

岁月不待于我，无论人生如何变化，梦想依旧，情怀依旧；无论前路如何迷茫，脚步不停止，追求不改变；无论日月如何流转，世界依然，生命依然。

造就不一样的人生，那是岁月洗礼。

文／魏海滨

2017.12.05凌晨

"Years" the wind of time, is the world's most ruthless words, deep feelings, heavy Enyi, beautiful feelings, are due to the loss of time and the distant horizon faded. This is not the cold of the world, nor the indifference, but the joy and sorrow of each other can not be permanently shared, this is the wind of time. The wind of time is like the wind of spring. It is filled with light flowers. In the days of love, the sky is blue, the wind is soft, and the heart is warm. The years of wind just like the winter wind, biting through the skin, make people tremble, because the time will dilute the hearts of you and your heart to me, then deep love, again beautiful love also because of time slowly pale, enmity nor hate, dry, familiar road will the strange road, because of time...... Remember that childhood, I like to find another, is winter in the moonlight, chasing the leaves in the wind in the cold wave jump. Year after year, dusk lit up the old parents in the country, the firewood burning leaves, sticks, years of wind, let me feel warm because of missing, at that time, the bright flame let the wind blowing, have been blown away; along the way a bit, and the spread of the memory of the years, that is the taste of the mother, is my father's nagging. In the absence of gap of the melody, I want to use music to make the words of happiness, virtue, invited a passing cloud, shallow foot path of flowers, a song, let unrequited love accidental years of wandering in the wind. Look at the scenery on the shuttle, time like water, wind and wind and clouds, the elegant flowers, beautiful flowers, leaves and leaf persistent; in the years of popular, do at the foot of the road, do their own thing. Life is like a book, even if not every page is wonderful, but it can also make every page have meaning, let the mind stretch, make life dull. Looking back on oneself, though young do not know the world, he learned to be willing in all his grind. When he entered the middle age, though he was stained with worldly flavour, he still kept the most real self in his heart. For the color of life requires an eye, and the width of the eye needs a height. Standing at the height, you will find that the end of the road is still the way, no matter that one, it is a different life. Time and tide wait for me. No matter how life changes, dreams remain, and feelings remain; no matter how confused the road is ahead, footsteps do not stop and pursue is not changed; no matter how the sun and moon circulate, the world still lives. To make a different life, it is the baptism of time. Wen / Wei Haibin 2017.12.05 early morning