夜,深邃而寂静。开着的纱窗在风声中晃动,发出“嘎嘎”的响声。挂在阳台上的风铃传来一阵阵清脆的碰撞声,到处一片温馨。但是此时,我内心充满了自责,早上的事又浮现在眼前。早上,天比较凉,妈妈让我把那件“老古董”穿在身上。那件“老古董”,少说也有三年了,穿在身上,还不让人 Night, deep and quiet. The open screens swayed in the wind and made a bang. The wind chimes hanging on the balcony came with waves of crisp collisions. It was a warm place everywhere. But at this time, my heart was full of self-reproach, and things in the morning came to my eyes. In the morning, when it was relatively cool, my mother asked me to wear that “old antique” on her body. The “old antique” was less than three years old.