是否?我也会偶尔抬头仰望那一片繁星闪烁的天空?——题记我曾无数次地幻想,我能端上一杯咖啡,在细细地品味之间,在灿灿阳光之下看那人们的来去,花儿的兴衰。人生匆匆如过客,我想,倘若是这一杯暖暖的咖啡,我也能好好地尝尝自己人生里的苦与甜。我真的有许久都没有好好地体味自己的生活了。是奔波的辛劳?还是压力的繁重?自从遇见了《这些年,我们都忘了爱自己》这本书之后,我才慢慢地从枷锁之中挣脱出来,让麻木不仁的我逐渐寻找回肉体的感觉。 I also occasionally looked up at the glittering sky? - Inscription I have fantasized countless times that I can take a cup of coffee, savor the delicacies and see the people in the sunshine Come and go, the rise and fall of flowers. In my life, such as passing, I think, if this cup of warm coffee, I can taste the bitterness and sweetness in my life well. I really have not had a good taste of their own life for a long time. Is running around the hard work? Or the pressure of heavy? Ever since I met “all these years, we all forget to love ourselves,” the book, I slowly out of shackles out, so insensitive I gradually find the body back feel.