那时是上午十点。 晨起,把子夜草就的一篇稿子在电脑上敲了下来。然后上一小会儿网,转发邮件。倦意如潮水不断地涌来,沉重的眼皮不时地合上帷幕,我努力地控制着有些迷糊的大脑。下午一点左右,有一位老朋友要来,据说是吃饭,为了记者节,跟我有什么关系?为了让自己看上去精神些,我站起身放了盘音乐。 电脑是上周末,自己给自己的奖励。在那个开着空调的音像店里,我的眼睛掠过流行歌曲, It was ten o’clock in the morning. In the morning, knocking down a manuscript on the computer night. Then on a little while net, forwarding mail. Tiredness flooded incessantly, heavy eyelids came to light from time to time, and I struggled to control some confused brains. About one o’clock in the afternoon, there is an old friend to come, is said to be eating, for the reporter’s day, with what I have? In order to make myself look more spiritual, I got up and put the disk music. Computer last weekend, give yourself a reward. In that air-conditioned video store, my eyes swept popular songs,