当我编完这本书稿的时候,一场大雪席卷了燕园。这是一九九八年冬天的第一场雪。新生们在未名湖畔奔跑着,堆雪人,掷雪球,清脆的笑声像阳光一样在银妆素裹的丛林间闪烁。我一个人到校园里转了一圈,燕园的雪景固然美丽,但我已然没有了当年的激动。居住在这片园子里已经五年半了,本科的同窗早已风流云散,而今日的我与五年前的我已判若两 When I edited this book draft, a heavy snow swept Yanyuan. This is the first snow in the winter of 1998. New students run in the unknown lake, snowmen, snowballs, crisp laughter like the sun shining in silver-clad jungle. I am a person to the campus in a circle, although the beautiful snow Yan Garden, but I have not had the excitement of the year. Living in this garden has been five and a half years, undergraduate students have long gone, but today I and I five years ago,