门敲第一遍的时候我就知道是她。大大咧咧的节奏,暴躁可爱的拳头,一贯漫不经心的样子,东一棒槌西一榔头。我太熟悉了。她的一切我都太熟悉了,熟悉得好像是另一个自己。敲门声还在继续。我悲哀地叹一口气,并不打算去开。她放弃了刚开始敲门声中夹杂的那一点迟疑和羞愧,开始用脚踢。苍老的铁门发出不堪忍受的颤栗,铁锈碎落,墙壁也嗡嗡有声。我气急败坏地把百无聊赖的书阖上,坐在凳子上隔着门大喊一声:“屋里没人,滚!” When the door knocked for the first time I knew it was her. Taitailielie rhythm, fiery cute fist, has always been casual look, the East a hammer a West Hammer. I am too familiar. I am all too familiar with her everything, familiar as if it is another one. The knocking continues. I sighed sadly, not going to go. She gave up the hesitation and shame she had at the beginning of knocking on the door and started kicking. The iron gate of the old issued unbearable trembling, rust rust, the walls are buzzing. I angrily put the bored book closed, sat on the stool across the door and shouted: “No one in the house, roll! ”