我们企图用一种东西,它可能是没有形状的,但它存在,我们要用它来校正我们存在的肉身。这是一种什么东西呢?也许是灵魂。想到这,我内心一阵阵悲凉,眼泪在眼眶里涌动。是的,黑夜,你看不见我的眼泪。看不见。在我们被黑夜同化的那一刻,我们寻找一种光源。1杨怀打来电话问我在干什么?我说,在工作。杨怀说,那晚上下班的时候,你到我办公室来一趟。我问,什么事啊?我晚上没时间。其实,我只是不想利用我个人的时间来为工 We try to use something that may be without shape, but it exists and we want to use it to correct the flesh we are. What is this kind of thing? Perhaps it is the soul. Thought of this, my heart burst of sadness, tears surging in the eyes. Yes, night, you can not see my tears. Can not see At the moment we are assimilated by the night, we look for a light source. 1 Yang Huai called to ask what am I doing? I said, at work. Yang Hua said that at night when you go to work, you come to my office. I asked, what happened? I have no time at night. Actually, I just do not want to use my personal time as a worker