假如生命是无趣的,我怕有来生,假如生命是有趣的,今生已是满足的了。每个人都有自己的舞台,清洁女工的舞台,是宽宽的街窄窄的巷,帷幕湛蓝,星月为灯,凝固的音符连成一首曲,道具是一支硕大的笔。没有时装模特们的漂亮衣衫,只有朴素的工作装;没有舞女的婀娜,只有单调的动作,全都机械一般,一颗颗咸咸的汗水洗涤着家园。每个人都有自己 If life is boring, I am afraid of the afterlife, if life is interesting, life has been satisfied. Everyone has their own stage, the stage cleaning women, narrow street wide streets, curtains blue, moon and stars for the light, solidified notes into a song, props is a huge pen. There is no fashion model of the beautiful clothes, only plain workwear; no dancer graceful, only monotonous movements, all mechanical in general, a salty sweat wash their homes. Everyone has their own