赖床是一种坏习惯,我小时候一直改不掉。感念亲人们的厚爱,令我的日子过得还算平坦,于是也不愿改。躺在床上,早已醒来,却无意起来。前一晚平放了八九个钟头的体态已然放够,前一晚眠寐万里的梦境也早已停歇,然而这身懒骨犹愿放着,梦尽后的游丝仍愿飘着。在眼前若即若离,无助无望,一会儿昏昏默默,似乎又要返回梦境;一会儿缥缥缈缈,身静于杳冥之中。睡得忘了故乡忘了亲人忘了梦想忘了受过的凌辱,生命似乎只余一点灵光如黍米之大,在心怀 Bed is a bad habit, I had not changed when I was young. Thanks to the love of their loved ones, my life is fairly flat, so I do not want to change. Lying in bed, already woke up, but did not intend. Placed the night before eighty-nine hours of body posture has been enough to sleep the sleepless dreams of the previous night has long been pause, however, this body lazy bones still wish to sleep after the gossamer is still willing to float. In the immediate hesitation, hopeless helplessness, while silent, it seems that they have to return to their dreams; while stumbled, quietly in the midst of. Sleep forgot the forgotten loved ones forget their dreams forget the humiliation suffered, life seems to be only a little Emmanuel of the millet, in my heart