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虽才下午3点,初冬的太阳的余晖已散落在办公室墙上,金黄一片,却未给屋内增添暖意。冬天的脚步就这样匆忙到来了。未留神间,身上的衣服已经在加厚,走在街上也要裹紧衣衫。时间的推手,又要将世间万物推向另一个轮回。默默静思所经历过的这个春夏秋季,还有正在经历的冬季,这一年里,时光如水流去,除了年龄,似乎什么都没收获到。自信,来自于成功的喜悦,来自于收获的积淀,我就像窗外的那棵孤树,一树落寞,一地落叶,
Although only 15 o’clock in the afternoon, the twilight of the sun in early winter has been scattered on the wall of the office, golden, but did not add warmth to the house. The footsteps of winter so hastily arrived. Unpublished, the body of the clothes have been thickened, walking in the street have to pack tight clothes. Time pushing hands, but also to push the world to another reincarnation. This spring, summer, autumn as well as the winter that is experiencing the silence of meditation, the year goes by, except for age, nothing seems to have been harvested. Self-confidence, from the joy of success, comes from the accumulation of harvest, I like the tree alone outside the window, a tree lonely, a leaf,