北风呼啸,寒气逼人。冬日的夜晚来得早,六点不到,已是夕阳西下夜幕降临,校园内外漆黑一片。此时,我仍在办公室静心修改主题会文稿。突然,一块青黄色砖头紧随朔风刷地破窗而入,嘭地一声巨响,重重地落在了我的办公桌正中央,随即又迅速地滑落到我身体右侧水泥地上打着滚。还好,除了办公桌上的玻璃被击碎,脸上衣服裤子溅了好几滩置水外,我毛发无损。 North wind whistling, cold pressing. Winter nights come early, less than six, it is the setting sun at night, darkness inside and outside the campus. At this point, I still meditate in the office to modify the theme conference. Suddenly, a piece of blue-yellow brick broke into the window immediately after the brush of the moon and shuddered loudly to the center of my desk, which quickly slipped onto the concrete floor on the right side of my body. Fortunately, in addition to the glass on the desk was crushed, the face clothes pants splashed several beach water, my hair lossless.