转眼已到年底。其实我很喜欢年底这两个字,我妈妈是这样说我的,一个女人,叽叽喳喳的不像个快四十岁的人。我总是笑笑,说了句我还没到四十岁,您怎知道我四十岁的样子?妈妈每每听到这话,都是无奈地摇摇头,絮絮叨叨:三岁看到老,如今你都这岁数了,离四十还远么。是啊,已经三十好几了,离四十还远么?我曾经的梦想是开个书报亭,在太阳底下晒太阳,身边放着《旧闻》和一台收音机。满身的暖洋洋及那一股子老去的味道萦绕着我,环抱着我,浸润 An instant has come to the end. In fact, I really like the end of these two words, my mother said so, a woman, twitter is not like a forties. I always smiled, saying that I have not yet reached the age of 40, how do you know my 40-year-old look? Mm often hear this, are helplessly shook his head, ramble: old to see the age of three, Now are you all this age, farther away from forty? Yeah, it’s thirty or so, far from forty? My once-dream was to open a bookcase, bask in the sun with “old news” and a radio around. Covered with warmth and the smell of that piece haunt me, encircling me, infiltration