北京的冬天很冷,刺骨的寒风一点一点侵入骨头缝里。而且先生老是不愿意围上厚厚实实的围巾,风一吹,回来又叫泛酸水,或是胃里难受什么的。看着我辛苦做的晚饭,他却说没胃口。先生的工作压力也挺大的,有时就感慨,要是能够回湖北老家就好了,要是能够永远不长大就好了,要是还能喝到早 Beijing’s winter is very cold, biting cold bit by bit into the bones. And Mr. always reluctant to thick thick scarf, the wind blew back is also called pantothenic acid, or what uncomfortable in the stomach. Looking at my hard work, he said no appetite. Mr. Work pressure is quite big, and sometimes feeling, if able to return home in Hubei just fine, if you can never grow up, if you can drink early