花木没人照料,相继死去,餐桌上、写字台上的灰尘厚到可以在上面写字。我的生活像一件毛衣,拆与不拆都是一样的。我的烦闷没有人能够替代。从前那个开朗、善解人意的女孩不见了,取而代之的是一个不讲究仪表,急躁、易怒、出口伤人,甚至有些神经质倾向的女人。 Nobody takes care of the flowers and trees, one after another dies, and the dust on the desk and desk is thick enough to write on it. My life is like a sweater, the demolition and demolition are the same. No one can replace my boredom. The cheerful, considerate girl was gone, replaced by a woman who was indifferent, impatient, irritable, had an outlet, and even had some neuroticism.