周末的午后,我一时兴起,独自来到一家咖啡厅,准备享受难得的清闲。优雅的环境中,一位年轻的服务员满脸微笑地问我:“阿姨,请问您需要什么?”“阿姨”这个称呼让我心头一紧,仿佛被一把小锤子轻轻敲了一下。岁月匆匆,走出校门、走上讲台的情景仿佛还历历在目,而不知不觉中我却马上要步入中年的行列了。氤氲的咖啡热气中,我不禁回首:岁月静静地从我们眼前消失,转而悄悄地躲 On the weekends afternoon, I suddenly rise, alone came to a cafe, ready to enjoy a rare leisure. Graceful environment, a young waiter smiled and asked me: “Aunt, what do you need? ” “Aunt ” This call me a tight grip, as if by a small hammer gently knock A bit Years of hurry, out of school, embarked on the podium scene seems to be vivid, but unwittingly I have to step into middle-aged ranks. Amid the coffee hot air, I can not help but look back: years quietly disappear from our eyes, instead quietly hide