烟火往昔 岁月如常 我的兄弟 我的记忆
原创首发 作者：郑平

回首往事 时光蹉跎 依旧我行我素 
炙热的早晨 翘首 等一场秋雨 让天气渐凉 让心情不再骚动 
不知茶已凉 还在敲打着键盘 思绪潺潺 清晰的文字 追溯着一些美好的回忆

如初 流年典藏的暗香 犹如撩撩烟云 闪烁心灵的惆怅 
如今 即便高阁典雅 也不会失去以往的清香与淡然
以往的情谊 以往的升华 以往的墨香 都会春意黯然
风起云涌的以往 波澜不惊的现实 
让火热的青春慢慢冥灭 

醉了一地的花开花落 惊醒了一片风中傲雪 也渲染了丝丝白发 冰冻以往
而我 坦然执着 淡看风雨 凝聚 凝思 凝悟 凝想 
恍然一笑 平淡的世俗 人间的烟火 酸甜苦辣咸五味俱全 都是那么的千姿百态 奈兮

生生死死 轮回的人生 不朽的流年 擦肩的回眸 还有那记忆的画卷 
都恰是散发着淡淡的幽香 晶莹剔透 
或是梦里水乡 或是下里巴人 或是天上人间
缠绵于湿湿的眼中 是否坠落 是否含蓄 是否仰天听风 意兮
那就让往日沉淀成一抹坚强 一直延伸在春暖花开的方向 意气风发 决心 坚定 成长
让飘落在尘世中的缘分 如痴如醉 漫漫淡忘 消失在海角天涯

青梅的约定 笑兮 竹马的无奈 惋惜 
花溪流年 徜徉着起起落落 分分合合 飘摇不定 
一场场的缘聚缘散 在风雨中飘落 在人世间沉淀 
繁华岁月 走过 路过 彷徨中 思索着在乡村与城市之间 
树林里的风高月黑 青石巷的岁月斑驳 这一切都停留在眼角处 凉兮

初衷 到尘埃落定 风卷尘沙 释舍情怀 两袖清风 如莲
烟火凄凄 流年的清婉 生命寂寂 有剪不断意愿 理不断的情思
那就让生命皈依最初的洁白 将那些一抹轮回 洒落红尘
只留那融融的一丝暖阳 诉于光阴，倾于眉间
是时光如梭 带走了以往 还是岁月无情 沧桑了如今的照片 
纵使惆怅万千 也无需自责叹息 生命本来就是一场繁花开落的盛宴
今日别离 何时相逢 兄弟手足 想念白头

孤夜 熟悉话语尽在心底 黯然了多少尘封 忆起多少美好 不由内心翻腾 伤心的以往 
纵使被岁月遗忘 被灌了孟婆汤 过了奈何桥 而我却始终不曾把那你遗忘
轻轻看着 想着 抚摸着那些往昔留下的笑容 和熟悉的物件 不由黯然神伤 
必定我们是亲兄弟
终究 岁月流逝 过往云烟 只能把你思念 

感谢岁月 教会了我坚强面对 顺境逆境和是是非非
感谢流年 赋予了我恩恩怨怨 成功失败和潇潇洒洒
感谢上苍 告诉了我平平安安 苦尽甘来和生生世世
所幸 经历风雨 四季轮回 我还在纤陌红尘 一尘不染 执着万丈红尘 执子流年

回眸 岁月依然 人如旧 情义依旧 亲情依旧 
所有逝去的年华 都在弹指之间的记忆中深藏发酵 
执笔瞬间 写一份美好 落一笔神伤 写一份无尘 落一笔淡雅
来年 我们不问花开几许 只约春风桃花花溪里 思绪成柳 折柳成戏
烟火往昔 岁月如常 我的兄弟 我的记忆

Fireworks the old days as usual my brother my memory

Original author: Zheng Ping

Looking back on the past, time still goes its own way

Hot morning waiting for an autumn rain, let the weather cool, let the mood no longer turbulent

I do not know the tea has been cold, still beating the keyboard, thoughts gurgling clear text back to some good memories

The hidden fragrance in the collection is like the melancholy of the mind

Today, even if the elegant Pavilion will not lose the fragrance and indifference of the past

The past friendship, the past sublimation, the past ink will be gloomy

Turbulent past, calm reality

Let the hot youth die out slowly

Drunk flowers bloom and fall wake up in the wind, Ao Xue also plays up the white hair

And I am calm and persistent, indifferent to the wind and rain, condensing and thinking

Suddenly a smile, the mundane world of fireworks, sour, sweet, bitter, salty, all tastes are so diverse Naixi

Reincarnation of life, immortal fleeting time, shoulder wiping look back, and the picture of memory

They are just emitting a faint fragrance, crystal clear

Or dream of water, or xialiba people, or heaven and earth

Lingering in the wet eyes, whether falling, whether implicit, whether looking up to listen to the wind

Then let the past precipitation into a strong, has been extended in the direction of spring blossoms, high spirited, determined to grow

Let fall in the world of fate infatuated, long forgotten disappeared in the end of the world

Green plum's agreement smiles, bamboo horse's helpless regret

Huaxi wanders in the fleeting years, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down

The fate of a field scattered in the wind and rain, falling in the world precipitation

Busy years passed by, hesitating in thinking about between the countryside and the city

The wind in the woods is high, the moon is black, the years in bluestone lane are mottled, all of which stay in the corner of the eye

From the original intention to the dust settled, the wind rolled dust and sand released her feelings, and the wind was like lotus

The desolation of fireworks, the quiet of life, the constant will and the constant emotion

Then let the life convert to the first white, and sprinkle those reincarnation on the world of mortals

Leaving only a trace of warm sunshine in time, leaning between the eyebrows

Is the time flies, take away the past or years of merciless vicissitudes of the present photos

Even if you are melancholy, you don't need to sigh. Life is a feast of flowers

When will we meet when we leave today

Lonely night familiar with words in the bottom of my heart, how much dust, remember how much good not from the heart churning sad past

Even though I have been forgotten by the years, I have been given Mengpo soup and passed the Naihe bridge, but I have never forgotten you

Gently looking at, thinking of stroking those smiles and familiar objects left by the past, not from dejected

We must be brothers

After all, as time goes by, the past clouds can only miss you

Thanks for the years taught me to be strong in the face of good times, adversity and right and wrong

Thanks to LiuNian for giving me gratitude, resentment, success, failure and free and unrestrained

Thank God for telling me that I am safe, hard and happy, and that I will live forever

Fortunately, I have experienced the four seasons of wind and rain, and I am still in the world of dust and dust

Looking back at the years, people are as old as ever, friendship is still, family is still

All the lost time is deep in the memory between the fingers

Write a moment to write a beautiful, down a sad, write a dust-free, down a elegant

In the coming year, we don't ask how many flowers bloom, but only about the spring breeze, peach blossom, and the stream of flowers, where our thoughts become willows and willows become dramas

Fireworks the old days as usual my brother my memory