有一个词叫“日新月异”。小时候,我很喜欢这个词,但现在,却对它多少有点儿畏惧了——这大概是年轮对我作用的结果:年轮就像越来越厚重的盔甲,日益将我围困。阅读青春少年的文字,我沐浴着清新,聆听着召唤。透过这些散发着青草味的字丛,我仿佛感觉到自己正在做着突围的挣扎,身上的盔甲在松动,在一片片地滑落。日月常新,天地常异,带给年少的心,是刺激,是新鲜感与陌生感。初生的牛犊,活蹦乱跳,狂 There is a word called “ever-changing ”. When I was young, I liked the word very much, but now I feel a little bit scared of it - this is probably the result of the role of the annual ring: the annual rings are like heavier and heavier armor, and I am increasingly besieged. Read the words of youth, I bathed with fresh, listening to the call. Through these exudes of green grass, I felt as if I was struggling to break out and my armor was loose and slipped off piece by piece. Sun and the moon are new, heaven and earth often different, to bring young heart, is to stimulate, is a sense of freshness and strangeness. Newborn calves, jumping, crazy