昏黄的灯光静静地泻下,在我周身镀上了一抹抹土黄。我偏过头,幸福地舔舔身上的绒毛,柔软的质感叫人陶醉。安谧的街道觅不着人影,白天喧闹的路面上只剩了一道道车辙和一个个脚印。空气因为这份宁静而变得愈发轻松,我大口大口地呼吸着。此时,唯有我仍在屋檐上悠闲地散步。在这般冷 Dim light quietly diarrhea, in my whole body coated with a touch of wipe yellow. I turned my head, happily licking the body of the fluffy, soft texture intoxicated. Quiet streets can not figure out the shadow of the day during the noisy road rut and one by one footprints. As the air became more and more relaxed as a result of this tranquility, I breathed my breath. At this point, only I still leisurely walking on the eaves. So cold