翻看日历才发现,不知不觉间竟然已经到了11月份,年末的日子总是异常繁忙,于是我也不禁感慨起时光的匆匆了。想起朱自清先生在著名的《匆匆》一文中说:“过去的日子如轻烟,被微风吹散了,如薄雾,被初阳蒸融了。我留着些什么痕迹呢?我何曾留着像游丝样的痕迹呢?”我倒是觉得我的时间是有迹可寻的,它就在编刊的日子里一去不复返了。看 Looking at the calendar, I noticed that it was already in November. The end of the year was always extremely busy, so I could not help feeling the rush of time. Remembered Mr. Zhu Ziqing in the famous “hurriedly” a article said: “The past days, such as light smoke, was blown away by the breeze, such as the mist, was the first sun evaporated. What I keep traces? I have to stay Is it like a gossamer-like mark? ”" I think my time is traceable, and it is gone forever in the days of the compilation. Look