夜,浓浓的,静静的。桔黄的灯光下,一杯香茶升腾着渐渐消去的白雾。随着窗外小虫欢快的伴奏,我让心与笔共舞,指挥方块汉字们在散发着淡淡清香的稿纸上跑步集合。我是一个不喜欢多说话的女孩子,总是悄然 Night, thick, quiet. Under the orange light, a cup of fragrant tea rises to the white mist that is gradually disappearing. With the cheerful accompaniment of the insects outside the window, I let my heart dance with the pen, and the command characters of Chinese characters are running and gathering on the manuscript exudes faint fragrance. I’m a girl who doesn’t like talking much and always quietly