周末,雨夜。我点亮床头的橘色小灯,蜷缩在小屋柔软暖和的被窝里,打开电脑,播放着重复了n遍的《蜡笔小新》。在这样独在异乡、凄风冷雨的夜晚,我找不到比这更温暖的方式慰藉自己。那个飞着两道毛虫眉的薯头小弟,跳着大象舞第一 Weekend, rainy night. I lit the small orange lamp on the bedside, curled up in the soft and warm bedding of the hut, and opened the computer, playing Crayon Shinchan, which was repeated n times. In such an out-and-out night, I couldn’t find a warmer way to comfort myself than this. The potato head, who is flying two caterpillar eyebrows, dances first in the elephant dance.