一年有十二个月,一轮有十二年,十二仿佛带着某种使命感,在周而复始的岁月里,充当着一个承前启后的使者。每年在做十二月刊的时候,都有一种特殊的感觉,仿佛一年里没有说完的话,没有写完的宇,眼里没有看全的世界,都要在这个月如数家珍般摆出来,像一个告慰自己的仪式,也像在写上句号前要将所有信念与思想一一澄清一般。要让这本十二月出街的杂志,在精神的重量上,沉甸甸过其余十一本,只因任何篇章的终结,都意味著新篇章的开始。 Twelve months a year, a round of twelve years, twelve as if with a sense of mission, in the cycle of the years, acting as a predecessor Messenger. Every year in December issue, there is a special feeling, as if there is no end of the year, did not finish the universe, did not see the whole world in the eyes, should be put on this month like a number of home-like like A comforting ceremony, like all the beliefs and ideas just as before to clarify the general one by one. Let this December street magazine, in the spirit of weight, over the remaining eleven, just because the end of any chapter, means the beginning of a new chapter.