我当时的回应很平静,“What’s the point for this? Why?”裁判只是简单的回应了一句“你的接力赛跑运动生涯已经在这一刻结束了,把你的接力棒交给第五名运动员吧,他是完成下一个赛段的选手”我望着朝我走来的运动员不屑一顾的瞟了一眼,甚至在还没有看清他是什么样子的时候我就把接力棒扔过去了,简单地说了一句“Good luck”此时的我心里得到了全部的解脱。
我不知道我做的这些都是为了什么,突然想到了很久之前对自己性格或者行为的分析,有时候明明知道前面是一个坑,也要去跳进去看一看坑的深浅。两年的长梦可长可短,接力长跑中一路看下来的风景虽然没有什么观赏性但是长跑的过程中确实感悟除了一些小道理,长跑没有白跑,这个坑我想我知道深浅了。就在这时我被手机的闹钟吵醒了,闹钟的音乐是Mr.sandman。这首歌告诉我该起床上班了,今天是早上七点的班。
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him two lips like roses and clover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over
Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him the word that I'm not a rover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over
Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Bung, bung, bung, bung
Mr. Sandman bring us a dream
Give him a pair of eyes with a come-hither gleam
Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci
And lots of wavy hair like Liberace
Mr Sandman, someone to hold
Would be so peachy before we're too old
So please turn on your magic beam
Mr Sandman, bring us, please, please, please
Mr Sandman, bring us a dream