夜慢慢地降临,远处的小山渐渐地变成一个个小点,随后消失在无边的苍穹中。可教室外边轰隆隆的机器声并没有随着夜幕的降临而停止,反而那机器声随着夜的越来越静,而衬托的越来越响,那轰隆隆的声音也许传入别人的耳朵,只是纯粹的一种噪音而已,可对我来说,那却是一次一次地撞击着我的心,不仅无法让我安静地做作业,反而想起了更多。学校里,有一支建筑工人正在我们教室外边建一座新校舍,每天早上很早就上工了,直到我们晚上九点下自习,那轰隆隆的机器声一刻都没有停止过。爸爸也是做建筑的,也许爸爸也和那 The night came slowly, and the hills in the distance turned into little ones, which vanished into the infinite sky. The thunderstorm machine outside the classroom can not stop with the advent of the night, but the sound of the machine becomes more and more quiet with the night, and the setting off is getting louder and louder, that rumbling sound may be transmitted to other people’s ears It was just a kind of noise, but to me it hit my heart again and again. It not only failed to allow me to quietly do my homework, but I even thought of more. At school, a construction worker was building a new school building outside our classroom and went to work early in the morning until we got off to study at nine o’clock in the afternoon. The rumbling machine never stopped. Dad is also a building, maybe dad and that