唯一感谢的还是那年那个一直拼搏从未放弃的自己,一个虽然走得很慢但从没选择后退的自己。除夕将近,我起床泡了一杯茶,坐在书桌旁。窗外已经逐渐开始有了晨光熹微的景象,远处的学校也准时响起了起床铃。打开茶盖,茶香扑面而来,热气渐渐地驱走了玻璃上的寒气,用手拭过布满雾气的玻璃窗,清楚的不止是窗外的景象,更清楚了曾经朦胧的高三那段记忆。 The only thank you that year has been hard work that has never given up myself, although a slow but never choose to retreat myself. Near New Year’s Eve, I got up and made a cup of tea and sat at my desk. The window has gradually begun to have the dawn of the scenes, distant schools also sounded the bell on time. Open the tea cover, tea blowing, the heat gradually drive away the cold on the glass, hand covered with glass covered with fog, clear is not only the window of the scene, more clearly the memory of the vague High School.