终于合上手中的书本,来写这篇计划已久的文章了。一束白百合在我的书桌上静静地绽放着,书本横七竖八,懒洋洋地躺在写字台上。窗外寒风刺骨。打开台灯,调到中档,让它的光芒轻轻掠过我的脸庞,并点染着那束幽雅的植物。在这样的深夜,静静地,独自享受那从CD机里传出的《Angel》。伴 Finally closed the book in hand to write this long-planned article. A bunch of white lilies were quietly blooming on my desk. The books were gloomy and lazily lying on the desk. Outside the window is biting. Turn on the table lamp and adjust it to mid-range so that its light passes over my face and it is dyed with elegant plants. In the middle of this night, quietly enjoy the “Angel” from the CD player alone. Company