宁静的夜晚,打开音乐盒,我想走进肖邦那份细腻的《夜曲》中。周围漆黑一片,我却不想打开日光灯。因为一天的繁忙操劳,让我无法从中走出来,找不到我自己的影子。脑海中不断地闪现一个个忙不完、理不清的人和事。闭上眼睛,我根本看不见眼前的黑暗。高速旋转的大脑正渴望夜曲的那份洗涤,却碰上了突如袭来的高潮。不和谐的和弦,让我眼前杂乱的的事情更加明 Quiet night, open the music box, I want to enter the Chopin that delicate “nocturne”. Dark surroundings, I do not want to turn on fluorescent lights. Because of the busy day work, so I can not come out from, can not find my own shadow. Constantly flashed in my mind one after another endless, inexplicable people and things. Close my eyes, I can not see the immediate darkness. High-speed rotating brain is nocturnal nocturne share of washing, but ran into sudden upsurge of hit. Disharmonious chords make my messy things clearer