天黑了,暮色蒙上我的眼。电停了,四周恢复了最原始的声音——安宁。电饭煲停止了,电脑停止了,没赶上充电的手机也停止了,一切静悄悄,高科技以最快的速度从我们的世界里抽离。突然想起富兰克林,在失去一些东西时,总会想起与之紧密联系的人拥有时享用时,谁都没有认真去感谢这位在这个领域功绩卓著的人,谁都没有。在很长的一段时间里,我像一只猫适应着这片静谧的森林,用最冷漠的颜色去铸造它、刻画它然后把自己存放在里头,那是一个安全的地方,是我自己营筑 Dark, twilight over my eyes. Electricity stopped, restored the most primitive voice around - peace. The rice cooker stopped, the computer stopped, and the phone that did not catch up with the charge stopped as well. Everything was quiet and the high-tech pulled out of our world with the fastest speed. Suddenly remembered Franklin, in the loss of something, always remember when close contact with people have time to enjoy, no one seriously did not thank this one who has distinguished achievements in this field, no one. For a long time, I was like a cat adapted to the quiet forest, cast it in the most indifferent colors, portray it and store it inside, it was a safe place, it was my own camp build