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今年初春,我满怀对文学的向往和憧憬来到北京,参加某作家进修班。时间像一只飞鸟倏地掠过,转眼到了分别的时刻。望着同学们相互道别,想到将回到原地,继续那庸常而平静的生活,我心中不免有些怅然。离开之前,带着对北京的依恋,我又一次来到南锣鼓巷。沿着那古色古香的石板路,穿梭在喧哗的人群中,或许是我还沉浸
Early spring of this year, I came full time to Beijing with my longing for literature and attending a workshop for a writer. Time flies like a bird, turning an instant to the moment. Looking at the students say goodbye to each other, think of going back to the place, to continue the mediocre and quiet life, I can not help feeling some sense of loss. Before leaving, with attachment to Beijing, I once again came to Nanluogu Lane. Along the antique stone road, shuttle in the hubbub of the crowd, perhaps I still immersed