冬日温暖的阳光,钻过百叶窗的缝隙,投射在办公桌上,斑斑驳驳,有些发黄的日历已经撕扯得没剩下几张,深深吸了一口气,原来2015年已从指尖悄然滑落,2016年的大门就在不远处,等着我们去推开。走过的2015,带着匆忙,在我们还来不及梳理好过往的心情,来不及欣赏沿途的一路风景时,时间就匆匆将我们带进他设定的下一段旅程。站在这年终岁末时刻,盘点这一年留下的痕迹,其中有奋斗的汗水,有拼 Winter warm sunshine, drilled through the blinds slit, projected on the desk, streaky barge, some yellow calendar has been torn left without a few, took a deep breath, the original 2015 has quietly from the fingertips Sliding, the door in 2016 is not far away, waiting for us to push open. Walk through 2015, with a hurry, when we were too late to sort out the past mood, too late to enjoy the scenery along the way, time hurried us into his next set of journeys. Standing at the end of this year and the end of the year, taking stock of the traces of this year, including the struggle of sweat, spell