在巨大的机器轰鸣中,挖掘机坚硬冰冷的长臂毫不吝惜地挥向破旧的二层小楼。这是一栋老旧的筒子楼,岁月的风霜让它变得无比脆弱,就像撕碎一块薄布一样。这个长着巨大手臂的暴虐野兽轻轻松松就让筒子楼变成一堆瓦砾和碎片,一股巨大而呛人的灰尘升腾起来,遮天蔽日……就是在这样的傍晚,夕阳斜斜地只露着一个圆角,仿佛咕咚一声,就要沉没到黑暗中。一钩若有若无的月牙浅浅地挂在天边,朦胧潮湿的雾气四下弥散开来……暮色越来越重了。 In the huge roar of machines, excavators hard and cold long arm generously to the shabby two-story small building. This is an old building, the years of the wind and frost make it extremely fragile, like a shred a piece of cloth. The tyrannical beast with its huge arms easily turned the crenellated floor into a pile of rubble and debris, and a huge, choking dust rose to cover the sun ... It was at such an evening that the setting sun sloped only With a rounded corner, as if gurgling sound, we must sink into the darkness. A crocodile if there is no crescent shallow hanging on the horizon, the haze of damp mist dispersed around ... ... dusk more and more heavy.