一进家门,光阴倒转,让我觉得所有年轻的故事都不曾走远。可是,站在你们面前,亲爱的同学们,我才发现,自己真的老了。1988年,我本科毕业的时候,你们中的绝大多数人还没有出生。是的,跟你们一样,我们曾在中文系就读,青涩的背影都曾被燕园的阳光,定格在五院青藤缠满的绿墙上。但那是上个世纪的事了。那个时候我们称为理想的,今天或许你们笑称为空想;那个时候的我们喜欢在三角地游荡,而今天的 Into the house, time reversal, I think all the young stories never go far. However, standing in front of you, my dear classmates, I realized that I am really old. In 1988, when I graduated from college, most of you have not yet been born. Yes, like you guys, we were enrolled in the Department of Chinese, Sentimental backs have been the sunshine of Yan Garden, fixed in the green walls covered with ivy. But that was something of the last century. At that time we called the ideal, today you may laugh called fantasy; at that time we like to wander in the triangle, and today’s