钟声一响,已入不惑之年;爆竹声中,青春已成昨天。是谁发明了“年”这个怪东西,它像一把刀,直把我们的生命,就这样寸寸地剁去。可是人们好像还欢迎这种切剁,还张灯结彩地相庆,还美酒盈杯地相贺。我却暗暗地诅咒:“你这个教我无可奈何的家伙!”人生原来就这样被年、月、时,一尺、一寸、一分地度量着,人生又像一支蜡烛,每时都在做着物与光的交易。但是总有一部分蜡变成光热,另一 The sound of bells has entered a period of no doubt; in the sound of firecrackers, youth has become yesterday. Who invented the strange thing of the “Year of the Year,” it is like a knife, and it straightens our lives. However, people seem to welcome this kind of cut-off, and also celebrate with lights, and they also celebrate with good wine. I secretly cursed: “You are the guy who taught me helpless!” Life was originally measured by years, months, hours, feet, inch by inch, and life is like a candle. Every time Doing things and light transactions. But there is always a part of wax that becomes light and heat, another