睁开眼睛,没有橘黄色的灯光笼罩,没有麻麻点点的板砖铺在地上,也没有室友们忙碌的身影,只有淡黄色的窗帘微微遮住了的阳光,只有洁白的墙面和站在门口的那个熟悉的人正唤我起床。像做了一场梦,我猛然惊醒,这是我的家,不是寝室。妈妈站在门口,只轻轻地说:“睡醒了,起床吧。”呀,这可不是我妈的风格。上初中的时候,她可是拎着鸡毛掸子,每天准时七点叫我起床的。可现在看看表,九点啦。好 Open your eyes, there is no orange light shrouded, no Ma Ma little bit of tile on the floor, there is no roommate busy figure, only pale yellow shade slightly covered the sun, only white walls and stood The familiar person at the door was calling me to get up. Like a dream, I suddenly woke up, this is my home, not a bedroom. Mother stood in the doorway, only said softly: wake up, get up. "Yeah, this is not my mother’s style. When she was in junior high school, she was carrying a feather duster and called me up at seven on time every day. Now look at the table, nine o’clock. it is good