总有许多感动,总有许多生动的意义。一年将尽了,回过头来看看曾经走过的日日月月、分分秒秒,忽然发现所有的辛劳只是案头高高累叠的一册册期刊。期刊是无言的,而且由于时间的推移已失去了新鲜的价值。作为期刊人,我们都隐在字里行间,隐在时光的背面,所有的一切似乎与职业有关,又似乎不仅仅是职业行为。常常想:爱或不爱需要理由吗? 不需要吗? 所幸的是,我,我们都是理想主义者,所以只在乎爱或挚爱,这中间没有质的差别,仅有程度上的不同。至于如何评判, There are always many moving, there are always many vivid meaning. One year will be done, looking back and forth at the days, months and months that have passed, all of a sudden discovering that all the hard work is only a journal juxtaposed with the books. Journals are speechless and have lost their fresh value over time. As journals, we are hidden in the lines, hidden in the back of the time, everything seems to be related to the occupation, and it seems more than just professional behavior. Often think: Love or not love need a reason? Do not need? Fortunately, I, we are idealistic, so only care about love or love, there is no qualitative difference, only a degree of difference. As for how to judge,