我坐在窗前,一本又厚又旧的书平展地铺开在桌子上。外面的世界很静,偶尔能听见屋顶飞过的鸽子“噗噗噗”扇动翅膀的声音。屋里也出奇地静,家人十分小心地走路,怕把地板弄响了;妈妈做饭时也将厨房关得紧紧的;家里没有人在看电视,听歌曲,甚至谈笑。我的心里感到莫可名状地压抑和 I sat at the window and a thick and old book spread out flat on the table. The outside world is very quiet. Occasionally I can hear the pigeons flying over the roof and “wander” to flap their wings. The room was also surprisingly quiet. The family walked with great care and feared that the floor would be made. The mother would also shut the kitchen tightly when cooking. No one at home was watching TV, listening to songs, or even laughing. My heart feels oppressive and oppressive