不觉间,又一个春节的门槛被我们跨过。这道标注着生命刻度的门槛,不像富丽堂皇的庙堂之门,或低檐矮墙的柴扉之门,人可以绕其而行,避而不入。面对它,人无可选择,逃不掉,摆不脱,只能乖乖地就范,任凭它像收割机那样,将天下所有人一网打尽,悉数收入囊中。人一贫如洗也好,家财万贯也罢;坐轿子也好,抬轿子也罢;红花也好,绿叶也罢;勤勉也好,懒散也罢……都不得不随时间的节拍而起舞,并随时间的轮回而存亡。每一个日出日落、皆有无数的新生命,宛若春天原野里的幼苗,破土萌芽,蓬蓬翠绿;同时, Unconsciously, another threshold of the Spring Festival by us across. This road marking the threshold of the scale of life, unlike the magnificent temple door, or the low-eaves of the Qiaofu door of the low wall, people can walk around and avoid it. In the face of it, people have no choice but to escape, can not escape, can only obediently, just as it harvesters, as the world all clean sweep, all income in the bag. People are impoverished, wealthy and worthwhile; seated chair, lift the chair worth mentioning; safflower Ye Hao, green leaves worth mentioning; diligence, lazy anything ... ... have to beat with time and dance, and with the reincarnation of the survival and survival. Every sunrise and sunset, there are innumerable new life, just like spring seedlings in the wilderness, broken soil sprout, Peng Peng green; the same time,