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地球转了一圈又一圈,它永远不会退回去一圈;生命过了一年又一年,它永远不会退回去一年。墙上钟表的指针不停地移动,逐渐缩短的不是时间,是生命;桌上日历撕去的每一张,不是日期,是我的岁月……那一年除夕夜,鞭炮声声送走了我的59岁,迎来了我的甲子之年——60岁。50岁以后,我就开始不喜欢过年,甚至恨它。有人说,“年”像一把刀,把我的生命一寸一寸地剁去。我的甲子过去半年后,退休命令下来了。面对这张纸的到来,早就有了思想准备,一直在安安静静地等着它。
Earth turns in a circle, and it never returns in a circle; life passes year after year, it will never be returned to the year. Clock on the wall constantly moving pointer, the time is gradually shortening, is life; table calendar torn off every one, not the date, it is my years ... New year’s Eve that year, the firecrackers went away My 59 years old, ushered in my first year - 60 years old. After 50 years of age, I began to dislike New Year, even hate it. Some people say that “year” is like a knife, chopping my life inch by inch. After half a year, my order of retirement was ordered. In the face of the arrival of this piece of paper, has long been mentally prepared, has been waiting for it quietly.