日历一页页散落,我们与新千年的相约逐渐靠近,新世纪的脚步声由模糊而清晰。在新的迈越面前,我们的心再也无法静寂。 一壶清茶,指间烟雾缕缕,开始盘点属于大众的时代及属于个体的人生。其实心里很清楚,这种迂夫子式的清盘并无太多实际意义,但其时的心境犹如参加某种宗教仪式般充满神圣。 Scattered pages of the calendar, our similarity with the new millennium gradually approaching, the footsteps of the new century by the fuzzy and clear. In the face of the new step, our heart can no longer be silent. A pot of tea, refers to the smoke plume, began to count the time belongs to the public and belong to the individual life. In fact, my heart is clear that such a roundabout style of liquidation does not have much practical significance, but the mood at the moment is like participating in a religious ceremony full of sacred.