我将此火高高举起此火为大开花落英于神圣的祖国没有光的黑夜夜里,总是带着恐惧入睡。记不清自己是什么时候开始这样的,我的夜晚接受不了光亮,却又在黑暗中惶恐难安。是害怕黑夜里充斥的沉寂,还是害怕那难以摸索的道路?我不清楚。我只知道,在那些没有光的夜里,无论眼睛是睁是闭,总有一个声音在问自己:你到底想做什么?每天早晨顶着浓重的黑眼圈坐到教室里,大 I lifted this fire high This fire blew in full bloom In the dark night, where there was no light in the holy homeland, I fell asleep with fear. Can not remember when I started this way, my night can not accept the light, but fear in the dark. Is it scared of the silence that flooded in the dark, or is it scary of the hard-to-find path? I do not know. I only know that there is always a voice asking myself, in the no-light night, whether the eyes are open or closed. What are you trying to do? Every morning, sitting in the classroom with heavy dark circles,