这是一只快乐的小翠鸟,它同样带给我一种惬意,犹如一颗小石子敲开心底沉默的海,我有多久没这样真正地微笑了。当微笑都变成奢侈的时候,我不知道,这个世界还有什么可以称得上是财富。闪闪发光的金子吗?它们看似温暖,笑容可掬,实则诡异无常,无法抵达冰凉的内心。我的咖啡壶正襟危坐,药瓶倒在它的身边。这好像是某种暗示,记录着某一个夜晚的挣扎。 This is a happy little kookaburra, it also gives me a pleasant, like a pebble knocking on the sea of ​​silence, how long I did not really smile. When smiles become extravagant, I do not know what the world can claim to be wealth. Glittering gold? They seem warm, smiling, but in fact weird, unable to reach the cold heart. My coffee pot sat, bottle fell on it. This seems to be some kind of hint, a record of one night’s struggle.