国兴,你不要讲这种大话,你虽然是个诗人,但官场那一套,你也学得差不多了,那是你作为诗人的悲哀。你不要以为自己了不起,人生是没有意义的,像你我,终究会灰飞烟灭的,写什么,图的就是一个乐子,你在意细节干什么?初夏的一个下午,爸爸午睡醒了,懒洋洋对我捻了一个响指,走,丽莎,跟爸爸决斗去!我半眯着眼,躺在沙发上,做梦。梦被爸爸搅了,有点不乐意。哦,顺便去见你妈妈。爸爸摸了摸我的头。我的瞌睡就这么一下没了。想到要去见妈妈,我想我的梦暂时不做也罢。我有多久没见到妈妈了?仔细想想,其实也不过半个多月,但好像很遥远了。我两 Guoxing, you do not talk about such a big talk, although you are a poet, but that set of officialdom, you have learned almost, and that is your sadness as a poet. Do not think you are amazing, life is meaningless, like you and me, after all, will be ashes, what to write, the picture is a fun, do you care about the details? One afternoon in early summer, my father woke up awake, lazy on my twist A ring finger, go, Lisa, go fight with my father! I squinted, lying on the couch, dreaming. Dream dad stirred, a little unhappy. Oh, by the way to see your mother. Dad touched my head. My drowsiness is gone. Thinking of going to see my mom, I think my dream is not done for now. How long have I not seen my mother? Think about it, in fact, but more than half a month, but it seems very far away. I am two