正像一位诗人所说的那样,看见十二月的日历一天天瘦下去,我就知道春天就要来临了。当然,春天不一定在梅花的枝头,不一定在画家的笔上,不一定在那些得意官员的眉梢上。可能春天已经来临,我们还一无所知,但是它的的确确已经动身了,或者正匆匆奔走在山路上。当我们撕下年度最后一张日历,我们不一定去盘点这年干了哪些事情,不一定去盘点得到了哪些意想不到的报酬,也不一定去清空记忆中那些不愉快的往事,而首先想到的就是春天要来了,我们要用什么样的精神状态去迎接新一年,我们怎样在春风的引领下,把上年的 As one poet put it, saw the December calendar day by day, and I knew spring was coming. Of course, spring is not necessarily in the plum branch, not necessarily in the artist’s pen, not necessarily on the brow of those proud officials. It is possible that spring has come and we still have no idea whatsoever, but indeed it has already started or is hurried on the mountain road. When we tear off the last calendar of the year, we do not have to go through what we did this year, we do not have to go through the unexpected remunerations of our inventory, nor do we have to empty the unpleasant memories of our memories, Spring is coming, what kind of state of mind we should use to greet the new year, how we under the guidance of the spring breeze, the previous year’s