夕阳拖着哨音回家了,暮色悄悄盛开,黑暗露出翅膀。初冬的太原,已是寒风簌簌。可是,在真实却又模糊的夜色里,在屏蔽掉窗外的寒风后,我们——编辑部的成员们,恰如处于夏的炙烤中——新作文已经有十四年的历史,十四年的履历不算太长,但却如一个人的成长,经历过幼儿期的单纯快乐,少年期的成长进步,如今迎来了青年期的苦闷与彷徨。 The sunset towed the whistle to go home, twilight quietly in full bloom, the dark revealed the wings. Taiyuan in early winter, it is the wind bleating. However, in the real but vague night, after we have shielded the wind from the window, we, the members of the editorial department, just as in summer, have had fourteen years of new composition. The curriculum vitae of the year is not too long, but as a person’s growth, she has experienced pure childhood in her early childhood and she has grown up in her adolescence. Now her adolescence is depressing and simmering.