这之前所遭受的,是一个人的暴风雨,是通往绿洲的泥沼,是掩藏着万千春色的凋败篱笆——我相信,千帆过尽,总会有雪白的海浪,轻轻拍打我生命的堤岸……去年,我去国外旅游,爱上了一个叫尼斯的小镇。那里天高云淡,海浪追逐细白的沙滩,三三两两的人们笑容闲散地经过,风儿也细微,自在地在树林边吹着口哨。那一刻,我忘了自己的身份,完全沉浸在非凡的逍遥里。回到北京,回到公司,我继续每天朝九晚五,对着电脑安排某次会议的具体程序,或者策划组织重大活动。下班的 What we have suffered before is a storm of human beings, a ditch that leads to an oasis, a decaying fence that hides thousands of spring colors - I believe that thousands of sails are over, there are always white waves, and pat me gently Last year, I went traveling abroad and fell in love with a small town called Nice. Where the sky is clear, the waves chasing the fine white sand beach, people in twos and threes, passing idle smile, the wind is also subtle, freely whistling in the woods. At that moment, I forgot my identity, completely immersed in the extraordinary Happy. Returning to Beijing and back to the company, I continued to practice the specific procedures of a meeting toward the computer nine to five nights a day, or planning the major events. Off work