曾记得小时候热衷于电脑里一个走迷宫的游戏,迷宫层层叠叠,变幻莫测,每碰上一个拐角我总是犹豫不决,生怕走进了黑暗的死角。但渐渐我发现,拐角并不是那样可怕,每拐过一个转角都有一片新天地,一份新希望,即使进了死角,但也有回头的路可寻。迷宫正如人生。死角即是转角。我的思绪飘向北京,那儿有我种下的梦想,我喜欢在北京的老胡同里穿行,就像走迷宫,但不同的是,在老胡同 I remember a kid keen on the computer when a labyrinth of the game, the labyrinth layers, unpredictable, each hit a corner I always hesitate, for fear into the dark corner. But gradually I noticed that the corner was not so terrible. Every corner of a turn had a new world, a new hope, and even a dead end, there was a way back. Maze as life. Dead ends are the corners. My thoughts floated to Beijing, where I planted my dreams, I like to walk in Beijing’s old alley, like a maze, but the difference is that in the old alley