[温暖]从十二月到十二月,时间散落在这些如常的日子里。又是一年的结束,编辑部又开始总结这一年来的工作。北方的冬季,气温日渐下降,而内心却在回忆里感到异常的温暖。每次翻看这一年的杂志,最先出现在脑海里的,不是关于杂志的点滴,而是幻想。过去就是一幕精彩的电影,这个时候,连缀起来叠加放映,许多片段汹涌而来,而后停顿在现在。所以,接着便是无数的幻想,带有一种隐约的对幸福的渴求,反复地幻想未来的盛大情景,内心里,喜悦翻腾,仿佛突然有了光的照耀。 [Warm] From December to December, time is scattered on these usual days. At the end of the year, the editorial department began to summarize the work of the year. In the winter in the north, the temperature is gradually declining, and the inner heart feels unusually warm in the memories. Every time I look at magazines of the year, the first thing that comes to mind is not about the magazines but about fantasy. The past was a wonderful movie. At this time, it was adorned with a superimposed screen. Many of the clips came on stream and stopped here. Therefore, it is followed by countless illusions, with a vague hunger for happiness, and repeated dreams of the grand scene of the future. In the heart, joy churns, as if suddenly there was light.