就像那半杯水,快乐的人看到的是拥有的那一半,而不快乐的人看到的永远是缺少的那一半。凌晨从酒吧出来,微冷的风吹在脸上,混沌的意识瞬间清醒了少许。站在街边伸手一扬,很快便有等候的的士滑到身前,跟师傅报了地址,我便阖上眼假寐。并不能真正睡着,师傅开着对讲机,里面传来各种嘈杂的声音,都是上夜班的的士师傅,聊着一些家长里短的事情,有人在抱怨,在马路上溜达了一小时,没载到一个客人;有人开心地说接到一个到机 Just like the half-glass of water, the happy man sees the half that he owns, and the unhappy one sees the missing half. Out from the bar early in the morning, the cold wind blowing in the face, a moment of chaos consciousness a little awake. Stand up in the street a hand, a taxi soon waited to the front, with the master reported the address, I would close my eyes sleep soundly. And can not really fall asleep, the master driving a walkie-talkie, which came all kinds of noisy voices, are night shift taxi master, chatting with some parents in the short things, some people complain, walked in the road for an hour, did not carry To a guest; happy to say someone received a plane