家居楼下,苦不堪言。且不说要日日消受楼上的种种声响,也不说偶发的“水漫金山”事件,单说我家炒菜的锅中时不时悠悠飘来几根青丝,那种滋味就一言难尽。星期天早上,我推开门来到阳台上。阳光明媚,我种的花儿都开了,几只小鸟儿在楼旁的大树上欢快地唱着歌儿。我的心情十分舒畅, Home downstairs, miserable. Not to mention the need to eliminate all sorts of noise from the upstairs daily, and not to mention the occasional “sweet mountain” incident. It is said that the taste of my home-style cooking pot floats through a few long black hairs from time to time. On Sunday morning, I opened the door to the balcony. The sun was shining, and all the flowers I planted were open, and several little birds sang songs happily on the big tree next to the building. My mood is very comfortable.