2013年2月23日晴我望一眼窗外——那满是虫鸣的漆黑。那些耐不住寂寞的虫儿——中午二楼泼下浇花的一盆冷水使它们喑哑了一个下午——于是趁着夜色纷纷复活过来,实是可敬!折起还泛着微热的书角,合上《鲁迅》,打开电脑,我欲写些什么。然而把手指扣在键盘上,却如按在冰磨制的针尖上,什么也打不下——我只是僵硬地坐着,仿佛被这些虫儿搅得心烦意乱了。屏幕的右下角里闪出时讯,“xx日xx时,利反对派攻入首都的黎波里”。我移开手,松了口长气,突感释怀,亦忽觉可笑 February 23, 2013 Clearly I look out the window - it is full of insects dark. Those who can not bear the lonely insects - at noon on the second floor pouring a pot of cold water to make them dumb for an afternoon - so take advantage of the night have resurrected, it is respectable! Book corner, close the “Lu Xun”, turn on the computer, I want to write something. However, the fingers on the keyboard, but as on the tip of the ice grinding, nothing can not fight - I just sit rigidly, as if disturbed by these worms. The bottom right corner of the screen flashed the news, “xx xx, the opposition rebels in Tripoli”. I removed my hand, relieved, surprise, but also ridiculous