都说司春的神是东君,那么,东君总是懒政的。昨天刚被北风吹红了脸,用手蹭得掉皮;今天就被烈日闷出了薄薄的汗,腻着刘海。人到了高三,写字背书都变得急匆匆的,就连春天也过得比往常急了些,仿佛在提醒我,时间总是跑得比白马还快,没有可以等闲度的罅隙。可是人是会累的,累了会懒.社想睡觉。我把脑袋顶在笔盖上,懒得抬头。但是东君比我更懒,明明大好的目光已经像一碗 Say that the spring is the Eastern Division Spring, then, Jun East is always lazy. Yesterday was the north wind red face, rub the hand rub off the skin; today was the scorching sun a thin sweat, tired bangs. People came to high school, writing endorsements have become hurried, and even the spring also flies more anxious than usual, as if reminding me that time is always faster than the white horse, there is no slack gap. But people will be tired, tired will be lazy. Social sleep. I put my head on the pen, too lazy to look up. But the king is lazy than me, obviously a good eye has been like a bowl