午夜十二点……座钟的秒针“滴滴答答”不知疲倦地走着,尽管在十六层高楼上,仍能听见远远的工地上木材推卸“砰”的一声。一切都在沉睡。静静地坐在窗前,独自享受着无边的安静和寂寞。默默地注视着远方的一处灯光。每晚看书至深夜,都会有那盏灯伴着我,只有那盏灯伴着我。隔了那么远的距离,它却因在黑暗中而分外明亮。每 At twelve o’clock midnight, the second hand of the clock was walking “tied” tirelessly, although in the sixteen-story building, we could still hear the sound of wood shirking from the far site. Everything is sleeping. Sitting quietly in front of the window, enjoying the boundless silence and loneliness alone. Silently watching a light in the distance. Every night I read a book until late at night, there will be that light with me, only the light with me. After a long distance, it was exceptionally bright because of the darkness. each