27岁的草样年华已随时间悄然流逝,静静地流淌成河,流淌成历史。似水流年,不经意间从我身边奔涌而过,而自己却浑然不知,仍然把短浅的目光牢牢锁定在天边已现的那一缕微光。跌跌撞撞,蹒跚而行,无形的压力跳动出患得患失的紧张情绪,未知的前路踏出疲于奔波的幽怨旋律,未曾有过回首,更未曾叹惋流连。2014年我有幸参加了工作单位举办的青春、梦想道德讲堂,聆听了优秀前辈们的人生经历及前辈曾经绽放的青春和梦 27-year-old grass-like years quietly passing over time, quietly flowing into the river, flowing into history. In a stream of years, inadvertently rushed past me, but I do not know, still short-sighted eyes firmly locked in the sky has been that ray of gleam. Stumble, staggering, invisible pressure jumped out of suffering from the tension, the unknown front of the road to take the bitter resentment melody, never had a look back, but never sigh regret. In 2014, I was fortunate enough to attend the Youth and Dream Ethics Lecture held by the work units, listening to the experiences of the elders and the youth and dreams of their predecessors