又是周末,先睡了个昏天黑地,醒来已是下午四点半,于是,睡眼惺忪起了床。不觉又是初冬。整天忙忙碌碌,很少有心情去管季节的变换。人生如梦,大概就是说,人总是在忘我地追逐自己认为现实的东西,不知不觉中,岁月悄悄抽走了满头青丝,回首一生,一无所有,原来有很多美好的东西与你擦肩而过,失落和遗憾让你觉得像做了一 It is the weekend, first slept in a faint darkness, woke up is half past four in the afternoon, so sleepy eyes bleary. Unconscious is the beginning of winter. Busy all day, very few mood to manage the changing seasons. Life is a dream, presumably that people are always selflessly chasing what they think reality, unconsciously, the years quietly pumped away the bruised, look back life, nothing, the original there are a lot of beautiful things and you rub shoulders And, loss and regret make you feel like doing one