时光像一只栖息的鸟儿

        站在枝头上

        枝头像照看客人般

        将春夏秋冬的熬汁

        结出花果

        哺育之地以母亲般待之

        如在自己的鸟巢

        可世间变化无常

        情动时化红尘去

        时光从枝头飞

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