清晨,在窗外此起彼伏的鞭炮声中醒来。揉一揉睡意未尽的双眼,岁月不觉已踏入了新的一年。是啊,历史的天空已经走远,但时代的风景依然如梦如幻;季节的脚步暂时沉重,但心中的理想依然饱满新鲜。当我们回过头去,总结曾经奋斗足迹的时候,得到的除了遗憾、惋惜、后悔,更 Early in the morning, wake up in the sound of firecrackers one after another outside the window. Rubbed his sleepy eyes, time has come into the new year. Yes, the sky of history has come a long way, but the landscape of the time is still dreamy. The season is temporarily heavy, but the ideal in the mind is still full of freshness. When we go back and summarize what we have done in the struggle, we get regret, regret, regret and more