已经10点了,张世晨仍旧躺在床上没有起。窗外,秋雨绵绵,凉风瑟瑟,几株白杨的叶子在风雨中回飘落近半,露出了光秃的枝叉。沈阳的季节比北京正好提前了半个月张世晨舒适地伸展着四肢。他早醒了,不过实在不愿起。几个月了,他很少有机会睡这样踏实的觉,他恨不得不间断地睡上它十天八天,就像在跤场上一口气撂倒十个八个对手那样。可他偏偏没那个福份,醒了,就再也睡不着,于是索性侧过身,头枕着胳膊,望着窗外的雨出神。这时,一群喜鹊飞上临窗的树梢,对着他叽叽喳 It’s already 10 o’clock, Zhang Shichen still lying on the bed did not start. Outside the window, autumn rain, breezy, several strains of poplar leaves fall back in the storm nearly half, exposing the bare branches. Shenyang season just half an hour earlier than Beijing Zhang Shichen comfortably stretched his limbs. He woke up early, but he really did not want to. After a few months, he seldom had the chance to sleep so steadfastly that he could not wait to sleep on it for ten days and eight days intermittently, just like the eight-opponent one-on-one. But why did he not that blessing, woke up, no longer sleep, so simply over the body, head and arm, looking out the window of the rain out of God. At this time, a group of magpies flew to the tree treetops, facing him twitter