温柔藏在时光里

时光温柔，独家珍藏。

——题记

日影斜沉，微云舒卷，黄昏如一场盛大的燃烧，烧卷了天幕，勾勒出城市起伏的金色边框，远方霞光灼灼，炽热而又温柔，释放出最后一缕暖橘色，将我们送入夜的怀抱。

记忆中的夏夜温柔如水，如几粒白糖撒在舌尖，几缕芳香萦绕指尖，几口白粥氤氲心间，美好至极。我尤为喜爱夏夜，它有一种独一无二的少年气，是征服星辰的骄傲，是跳动活跃的节奏，是未来可期的希望，是恰到好处的温柔……

夏天的日子里，夜幕降临，田间地头的虫鸣声大了起来，昆虫们开始奏响属于它们的仲夏夜圆舞曲。同伙伴一起搬好小板凳，坐在空旷的庭院中，一人捧着一个比自己脸还大的半个西瓜，拿个小勺，哼哧哼哧地吃着。第一口肯定是朝最中间的甜美处进发，小心翼翼地画一个完美的圆，标志着“我开动啦”。接下来便没有什么形象可言，几个半大的小孩吃得满脸都是，相互看看同样处境的伙伴，明朗的笑声在星空下方打转。

饭后闲余，外出闲逛，一出门，便与夏风撞了个满怀，温热的余温掠过脸颊，也吹入心里，舒适又温柔，像只可爱的小白猫，用粉嫩嫩的小肉爪，轻挑着人们的心尖儿。轻柔的月光悄然洒下，静谧而柔情，大地上的一切沉浸在夏夜的拥抱中。月色真美，风也温柔。

夜畔时光，儿时对遥远的天际总抱有向往。在蓝黑的幕布上，繁星点点，扑闪着光芒，却也遥不可及。罗兰说：“夏夜繁星是一组歌，也是一群梦。”数着满天繁星，心绪放飞，伴随着天马行空的想象，织出一卷绮丽的梦，然后郑重其事地将自己点点心愿寄予其中的一颗。对，只是一颗，或许就会随着时光的推移、信仰的力量以及温柔的激励，一步一步到达那遥不可及的远方。

有人说时光最温柔，可以慢慢抚平一切创伤。我觉得温柔其实就藏在时光里，走过岁月的春夏秋冬，走过尘世烟火的各个角落，细细流淌。时光温柔，悉心珍藏。

Time is gentle, exclusive collection.

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The sun is setting, weiyun is relaxing, and at dusk, like a grand burning, the sky is burned, and the golden border of the city is outlined. The distant glow is burning, hot and gentle, releasing the last ray of warm orange, and sending us into the arms of the night.

The summer night in my memory is as gentle as water, such as a few grains of white sugar sprinkled on the tip of my tongue, a few strands of fragrance lingering around my fingertips, and a few mouthfuls of white porridge in my heart, which is extremely beautiful. I especially like summer night. It has a unique youthful spirit, the pride of conquering the stars, an active rhythm, a promising hope for the future, and just the right tenderness …

In the summer days, when night falls, the insects in the fields sing loudly, and the insects begin to play their own midsummer night waltz. Move a small bench with your partner, and sit in an empty courtyard. One person holds a half watermelon bigger than his face, takes a small spoon, and eats it with a snort. The first bite must be heading for the sweet spot in the middle, carefully drawing a perfect circle, marking "I'm starting". Then there was no image to speak of. Several small children ate all over their faces, looked at each other's partners in the same situation, and bright laughter swirled under the starry sky.

After dinner, I went out to hang out, and when I went out, I bumped into Xia Feng. The warm afterglow swept across my cheeks and blew into my heart. It was comfortable and gentle, like a cute little white cat, picking people's hearts lightly with its pink paws. The soft moonlight quietly falls, quiet and tender, and everything on the earth is immersed in the embrace of summer night. The moonlight is beautiful and the wind is gentle.

Night time, childhood always yearned for the distant sky. On the blue and black curtain, the stars are shining, but they are out of reach. Roland said, "The stars in summer night are a group of songs and a group of dreams." Counting the stars all over the sky, my mood is flying, accompanied by my imagination, I weave a beautiful dream, and then solemnly send my little wish to one of them. Yes, it's just one. Maybe it will reach the unreachable distance step by step with the passage of time, the power of faith and gentle encouragement.

Some people say that time is the gentlest and can slowly heal all wounds. I think tenderness is actually hidden in time, through the years of spring, summer, autumn and winter, through all corners of the earthly fireworks, flowing in fine detail. Time is tender and treasured.