风云际会固然可喜,无风无云的时候,还得学会弹一曲瑶琴,给自己听。家里空间小,孩子哭大人叫,电视上嘿嘿哈哈地上演白痴版连续剧。这个时候我就听音乐,让轻柔舒缓的音乐盖过烦器。听着听着就走神儿,我拿起手机来看。上面存着几天前的短信,朋友发来的,无非两句淡话:“起床了,看见阳光了,热。”心里漾起久已不见的温暖。从小到大,数得上来的朋友只有两个。初中一个,梳羊角辫,手拉手,公不离婆,槌不离锣。我撒谎,她帮我圆谎,她 While the situation will be gratifying, wind and cloudless, you have to learn to play a melody, to listen to yourself. Home space is small, crying adults crying children, television, hey haha ​​staged idiot version of the series. At this time I listen to music, let the soft and soothing music covered annoying device. Listening and walking away, I picked up the phone to see. There are text messages stored a few days ago, friends sent, nothing more than two phrases: “get up, see the sun, hot. ” Heart rippling long gone. From small to large, the number of friends up only two. A junior high school, combs braids, hand in hand, male and female, g hammer from the gongs. I lied, she helped me lie, she