夜晚,四周一片漆黑,枯萎的树叶与黑夜交缠在一起,忽浓忽淡,像蕈鱼般缠着她。她不害怕,因为有太多个夜晚,她都习惯独自一个人坐着。她想,冬天的夜不可怕,因为再过几个月就是春天了。太多的人,怀着对春天的向往而过着冬天,而她不一样,她的清高与孤傲是完全符合于这个季节,可能在寒冷的 Night, surrounded by dark, withered leaves intertwined with the night, suddenly thick and foul, like herb like herding. She is not scared because she has so many nights that she is used to sitting alone. She thought winter nights are not scary, because spring is in a matter of months. Too many people live the winter with longing for spring, and she is not the same. Her height and aloof are perfectly in line with this season and may be in the cold