月凄清,横水荇。床前映,霜更莹。不时蝉鸣,幽幽寂寂。夜幕下的城,零星的几点灯火,在无尽的黑暗中微弱得随时会被吞没……为了这该死的科技节,我不得不每天熬夜测算数据。“做这些有什么用呢?这是气动工程师们的工作呀!而我——一个正在为中考紧张冲刺的学生——该做的是学习呀!”我气恼地想着。烦躁无比的我,一心想着早些完成任务,随便提交一篇论文,凑合着混过去。比赛?比赛有什么用呢?拿什么名次又怎么样呢?夜已深沉,斗转星移。楼下的大钟发出沉闷的撞击声,阴沉地回荡在夜幕中。我 Desolated on the month, horizontal water 荇. Bed reflect, cream is more Ying. From time to time cicadas, faint silence. The city under the night, some scattered lights, in the endless darkness at any time will be swallowed ... ... In order to damn this section of science and technology, I have to stay up all night calculations. “What is the use of doing this? This is the work of pneumatic engineers it! And I - a sprint for the senior high school exam students - the study is to do it!” I am distressed to think. I am extremely irritable, bent on completing the task earlier, casually submit a paper, make do with the past. Competition? What is the use of the game? What is the order of what? Night has been deep, starring. Downstairs clock issued a dull percussion, gloomy echoed in the night. I