12月6号晴人生旅途漫漫,我把生活诠释成一段孤独的流浪,通向梦想的大道旁驿站不断,我却不愿停步,期待一份轰轰烈烈,一份举世无双,直至精疲力尽,蓦然回首,惊觉原来道旁有的不仅仅是残香……也许是在题海里浸泡得太久,我的脸上总是挥不去“疲倦”二字。打开灯,书桌上一碗热气腾腾的粥把小小的房间点缀着,格外温馨。我并不奇怪,粥在每天的这个时候都会准时出现在 December 6th Clear life journey is long, I interpret the life as a lonely wandering, leading to the road to the inn next to the inn, I do not want to stop, looking forward to a vigorous, a peerless, until exhausted , Suddenly look back, I realized that some of the original roadside is not just the residual incense ... ... Perhaps soaked in the sea for too long, my face always can not get off, “tired” word. Turn on the lights, a bowl of steaming porridge on the desk dotted the little room, especially warm. I’m not surprised, at this time of day porridge will appear on time