凌晨四点,我已站在黄山光明峰顶端,放眼望去,微明的天空像浸了油一般,周围的风夹杂着山中刺骨的凉意一阵阵往我怀里涌。我的牙齿忍不住打起架来,虽然我极力控制自己的身体,但是我还是抖得像一片快要掉落的秋叶。看看身旁的人群,清一色的羽绒服,只有我披着一件风衣。我攥紧了拳头,指甲都陷进了肉里,苦苦盼着太阳能早些升起,好歹驱走些凉意,但是太阳仍然漫不经心地躺在地平线下方,除了几缕丝状的红云有气无力地游荡在 Four o’clock in the morning, I have stood Huangshan Guangmingfeng the top, looking ahead, twilight sky like oil soaked in the wind mixed with the bones of the cool breeze in my arms Chung waves. My teeth could not help hitting the shelf, although I tried to control their own body, but I still shaking like autumn leaves falling. Look around the crowd, all-colored down jacket, and only I was wearing a trench coat. I clenched my fist, nails are stuck in the meat, looking forward to the solar eagerly rising earlier, whatever the outcome, get away from some cool, but the sun is still lying casually below the horizon, in addition to a few strands of filamentous red clouds weakly wandering in