今天,我做作业时忽然发现书桌的玻璃板下压着一只小虫,它在挣扎。想起前几天我整理书桌时曾发现一个它死去的同伴,这玻璃板也会成为它的葬身之地吗?我手中的笔不禁停住了。小虫顺着我的课程表往前走,渐渐它可能发现越走越不对劲。对它来说,我的那一本书的影子是走不到边的黑暗 Today, when I did my homework, I suddenly found myself pressing a small insect under the glass of the desk and struggling with it. A few days ago when I recalled a few days ago I found a desperate companion had found his desk, the glass will become its place of death? Pen can not help but stop in my hand. Bug walking down my class schedule, and gradually it may find that going wrong. For it, the shadow of my book is darkness that can not reach the edge