夜,如此寂静。这儿,既不是乡郊,也不是喧嚣的城市。尽管星空不再灿烂,但宁静是有的。远方传来几声轰鸣。渐渐地,愈发响亮。光和影在不远处的建筑上互相追逐着:忽然,一阵旋风般的冲击,震天而哮。它撕破了黑夜的宁静,却很快地逃走了,只留下阵阵余音。我坐在外婆家的小矮楼上,透过 Night, so quiet. Here, it is neither a country nor a city. Although the starry sky is no longer brilliant, there is silence. A few roars came from afar. Gradually, more and more loud. Light and shadows chase each other in a building not far away: Suddenly, a whirlwind of shock strikes the sky. It tore the tranquility of the night, but quickly escaped, leaving only a remnant. I sat in the little house of my grandmother’s house.