曾几何时……去年生日时的情景还历历在目时,今年的生日已经在笔尖的沙沙轻响声中,在圣贤书声中蹑手蹑脚地溜走了。偶然想起,耸耸肩,冲自己笑一笑,然后再埋头书中。十四岁的门槛,不经意间已经甩在身后。去年每天早上都骑着车匆匆忙忙地踩着铃声冲进教室,一转身发现车钥匙没有拔下来;今年每天早上校门没开时就拎着刚买的小笼包子回想有没有什么作业要赶。 Once upon a time, the scene of last year’s birthday was still vividly remembered. This year’s birthday had already slipped away in the whisper of the nib and shook in the voice of the sage. Occasionally remembered, shrugged, smiled at himself, and then buried his book. The 14-year-old threshold was inadvertently left behind. Every morning last year, I rode in a hurry to rush into the classroom with a ringing bell. I turned to find that the car key had not been pulled out; this morning every morning when the school gate did not open, I took a look at the dumplings I had just bought. .