我是一个小诗人,语文数学难不倒我。可是,每当到了漆黑的夜晚,想象力丰富帮了我倒忙,我的另一面出现了——胆小的我,怕黑的我,让我不停地向黑暗屈服。那日,天早早地黑了,风吹着门窗,像是怪兽要进来似的。外婆去看外公了,我要自己一个人睡了。时间“滴滴答答”地走着,在我看来,这是定时炸弹发出的声音。时间慢慢走着,恐怖的睡觉时间已 I am a young poet. However, whenever it was dark night, the richness of imagination helped me, and my other side appeared - timid me, I am afraid of the black, let me keep giving in to the darkness. That day, the day was dark early, the wind and the windows and doors, like a monster coming in. Grandmother to see my grandfather, I want to sleep alone. Time “tick” walked, in my opinion, this is the sound of time bombs. Time walked slowly, horrible sleep time already