别了，我的“航班”刚刚录完最后一个字，从广播站里出来。夜幕早已沉下来．凄冷的北风从我身边呼啸而过。心也似这暗晦的太空．思绪随着那漫天飞舞的雪花在初冬傍晚空旷的校园里轻轻飘远。不知不觉中．却已回到了一年半之前还是那个刚刚迈进大学校园，天真烂漫、心无城府的小? Farewell, my “flight” has just finished recording the last word, coming out from the radio station. The night has already sunk Cold north wind roared past me. Heart also seems dark space. With that sky of snow flying in early winter evening in the open campus gently wandering. Unconsciously. Has returned a year and a half ago or that just entered the university campus, naive, heartless city small?