On the way to work every morning, I will talk about constantly, an accident, a car accident.

Very rare me like this to curse my, but I really want to.

The thing of the house is finally come to an end, at home to cook their own food, have a look have a look the television, books, and then sleep, or very good.

Sometimes at night were asleep, brother to work overtime again, somewhat a little psychological balance.

Sometimes the traffic on the road, can only continue to curse built hundreds of years of subway, prayed.

Sometimes it rains in the mood is bad, with an umbrella in the wind like a cigarette.

Sometimes I really don't want to get up early in the morning, thinking about why the earthquake is not the time to.

Sometimes I think that way and to face a lot of table, just think of a car accident I killed.

Sometimes open conference call, listen to those who be rather baffling things, just want to leave the phone.

But what can we do, life is always like that.

If I get up early, the streets are also so many, all life running.

What is more like Chen Shaolei Lei, I sleep with no end class.

Tomorrow morning, I will talk about the accident, the accident.

But I still go to the office, to face the metamorphosis of the table.