光阴如箭,日月如梭。一年365天,当最后一天的日历翻过去以后,一年的光阴就过去了。一年又一年,星转斗移,永无休止。日历,是光阴的见证,它记载着光阴流逝的分分秒秒,岁岁年年。在它身上,镌刻着古往今来的历史印痕,有世间的岁月沧桑,有人间的悲欢离合。日历只是一本普普通通的小书,除了告诉人们月、日、星期和节气之外,似乎别无任何引人入胜之处。一年365天,每天翻过一页,日历就由厚变薄,由新变旧,最后又换上一本新的,周而复始, Time flies, the sun and the moon flies. 365 days a year, when the calendar of the last day is turned over, a year’s time has passed. Year after year, the star moves, never ending. Calendar, is a testimony of the time, it records the passage of time, minutes and seconds, years of age. In it, engraved with the history of the past and present traces of the vicissitudes of life in the world, some people joys and sorrows. The calendars are just an ordinary little book that does not seem fascinating beyond telling people the days, days, weeks and solar terms. 365 days a year, turn over one page a day, the calendar from thick to thin, from old to new, and finally replaced by a new, cycle,