校门前那棵树在初冬长出新芽时,我便试着将自己稚嫩的心绪寄向远方,企盼能挽回用铅字打印的正式发表。明知通往顶峰的路既艰难又漫长,我初学跋涉的脚步仍固执地去闯荡神话般的梦境。终于,在那个不太热烈的金秋接到一份入选通知后,才彻底明白,唯有寒冬的嫩芽,才能磨练织热的永久。我是大山的孩子,山沟是我生命的摇篮, When the tree sprouted in the early winter in front of the school, I tried to send my own tender feelings to the distant place, hoping to restore the official publication of the printed type. Knowing that the road to the top is both difficult and long, my beginner’s footsteps are still stubbornly moving to fabulous dreams. Finally, after receiving a notice of acceptance in the less enthusiastic autumn, it was fully understood that only the buds of the winter could hone the permanent of the heat. I am the child of Dashan. The ravine is the cradle of my life.