我有位好友,他为人耿直但认死理。只要是他认准了的,谁也难以说服,九头牛也拉不回来。一生中,他既不好吃喝,也不爱穿戴,就有一样——嗜烟如命。他不抽好烟,可一天3盒,数量不能少。他每日清晨6时左右醒来,人还没出被窝,睁开眼第一件事就是抽烟,第一支刚点着,第二支就接上了。一天中就这样一支接一支的抽,只是在吃饭时才把烟暂时熄灭,刚一放下筷子,就又点着了,直到晚上躺到被窝里抽完最后一支,丢掉这一天唯一的一个烟蒂,才合上眼晴。 因为抽烟,他的所有衣裤都留有大大小小的“纪念 I have a good friend, he is upright but admits to death. As long as he spotted, and who can hardly convince, nine bull pull did not come back. In his life, he neither tastes good, nor loves to wear. He does not smoke good, but three boxes a day, the number can not be less. He woke up around 6 am every day, before he was left in his bed. The first thing he opened his eyes was smoking. The first one just touched and the second one was connected. One day in such a pumping one after another, but only in the meal when the smoke is temporarily extinguished, just put down the chopsticks, then lit, until the night lying in the bed pumping the last one, losing the only day A cigarette butt, closed his eyes. Because of smoking, all his underwear left a large and small "memorial