推开窗帘,阳光只有两种颜色,一种叫做生活,另一种叫做工作。我们在时间的涟漪中徜徉,转了一圈,又到了这个名为起点的地方,好似断续的时光在脑海中萦绕,指尖的音符渐行渐远。四年前,带着些许稚嫩我们叩响了社会的车门,于是我们第一次碰触到了五湖四海,第一次感受到了异地他乡。在名为学校的列车上,我们开心而享受地接受着洗礼,为自己描绘蓝图,幻想自己成为未来的谁谁谁。与我们同行的伙伴叫做老师和同学,是他们 Open the curtains, the sun is only two colors, one is called life, and the other is called work. We shuffled in the ripples of time, turned around, and went to this place called the starting point, as if intermittent lingering in our minds, notes of fingertips lopsided. Four years ago, with a little tenderness, we knocked on the doors of the community, so for the first time we touched all corners of the country and felt for the first time off-site. On the train named School, we are happily and enjoyably accepting the baptism, portraying our own blueprint and imagining ourselves as the future. Partners with us are called teachers and classmates, they