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随着日历本一点点变薄,杂志社的工作也渐渐进入了年终的收尾,然后紧张地投入到新一年的工作中。每一年到了这个时候,心里总会有几分淡淡的惆怅。到了一定年岁后,日子再也不是按天按周计算,一个月的时间似乎眨眼就恍了过去,其间的酸甜苦辣不待我细细品味,新一轮的琐事已经将之淹没。我的微博签名一直是这么一句话:正途文艺男青年,路过《南风》打了一手酱油。虽说是路过,但是其实在《南风》停留的时间并不短,我陪伴着它一步一步地往更好的未来攀登。这过程虽然辛苦,但是每一个加班的夜晚和同事们互相加油打气,每一期杂志以更好的面目呈现给读者,这些都让我由衷地感到高兴。
With the calendar a little thinner, the magazine’s work has gradually entered the end of the year-end, and then nervously into the work of the new year. Every year at this time, my heart will always have a touch of melancholy. By a certain age, the days are no longer counted on a weekly basis. One month’s time seems to have blinked past. During this period, I am sour and bitter, and a new round of trivia has been overwhelmed. My microblogging has always been such a sentence signature: young men are literary arts, passing the “southerly” hit a hand soy sauce. Although it is passing, but in fact, “South Wind” stay is not short, I accompany it step by step toward a better future. Although this process is painstaking, every time I work overtime with my colleagues cheer each other, each magazine presented to the reader a better look, which made me heartfelt happy.