窗外的雨,还在沥沥地下着,悠然的我躺在床上看一本《读者》,耳边是周杰伦那忧郁感伤的歌声,“谁在用琵琶弹奏一曲东风破,岁月在墙上剥落,看见小时候,犹记得当年我们都还很年幼……”品一口泛着淡淡绿意的幽幽清茶,那是我认为内心最释放、最惬意的生活的方式。“我的青春我做主,快乐生活我当家。”“工作的时候全身心投入。”“今天工作不努力,明天努力找工作。”这是多少人出口 Rain outside the window, still lying in the leeches, leisurely I lay in bed reading a “reader”, the ear is Jay’s melancholy sentimental song, “Who playing a pipa Dongfeng broken, years of peeling off the wall , I saw a child, I still remember that year we are still young ... ”product of a faint green faint Qingcha, it is I think the heart of the most free, most comfortable way of life. “” “Work hard today, work hard tomorrow to find a job. ” This is how many people are exporting