还未等我细数流光,2013已轻轻悄悄从指尖流过。翻开日记本,我蓦然发现,这一年的书写竟然是最少的,不过几十篇而已!为什么?我问自己。午后,偎在浅黄的座椅上。窗外,一抹冬日温情的光,透过斑驳的树枝洒在空旷的大地上,难得的寂静笼罩着我。喧闹的校园似乎被封存起来,我享受着这如水的沉静。 I have not waited for the details of the streamer, 2013 has quietly flowed from the fingertips. Open the diary, I suddenly found that the writing this year turned out to be the least, but dozens of articles only! Why? I ask myself. Afternoon, nestled in a pale seat. Outside the window, a touch of the winter warmth of light, sprinkled through the mottled branches in the open earth, a rare silence enveloped me. Noisy campus seems to be sealed up, I enjoy the quiet of water.