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2014年2月22日星期五小雨“乒乒乓乓……”一阵摔东西的声音传入耳中。妈妈的眼圈红红的,不住地叹气,而爸爸在沙发上坐着,满眼血丝,不时猛地吸上一口烟。呛人的气在四周漫延开来。窗外,天灰蒙蒙的。小小的雨滴在空中纷舞着,蝉也停止了鸣叫。一切都变得万分寂静。“为什么!为什么你们给不了我想要的生活!”我的声音在这雨夜里变得格外刺耳。“为什么别人都有
Friday, February 22, 2014 Light rain ”Ping-pong ... ...“ A burst of sound fell into the ears. Mom's eyes red, can not stop sighing, and dad sitting on the sofa, gore, from time to time suddenly sucked a cigarette. Choking gas spread around in all directions. Out the window, gray overcast. Small raindrops dancing in the air, cicadas also stopped the tweet. Everything has become very quiet. ”Why! Why you can not give me the life I want! “ My voice became particularly harsh on this rainy night. ”Why do other people have