小时候,夜里常被父亲如雷的鼾声搅得无法入睡。调皮的我几乎试过了所有手段:什么挠痒痒,捏鼻子,掀眼皮,甚至搞两棵狗尾巴草堵住他的鼻孔。然而,这一切都不能遏制住父亲那气势磅礴的鼾声,换来的只是从那双半开的惺忪的睡眼中流露出无奈的眼神,以及一声淡淡的嗔怪:“睡吧,别闹了。”接着翻个身他又酣睡过去了。我气得七窍生烟:“废话!要是我能睡着还瞎折腾什么。”在我看来,这鼾声是烦人的噪音,是无理取闹,更是顽固的自私。 When I was a kid, I was often unable to sleep at night because my father was snoring loudly. Naughty I almost tried all the means: what tickling, pinch the nose, lift the eyelids, and even engage in two dog tail grass blocked his nostrils. However, all this can not stop my father’s magnificent snoring, in exchange for only those half-open bleary sleepy eyes showing helpless eyes, as well as a touch of faint strange: “sleep, do not downtown.” “Then turn over one another he fell asleep again. I was angry Qi Qiao smoke: ”Nonsense! If I can fall asleep still tossing something.“ ”In my opinion, this snoring is annoying noise, is a vexatious, more stubborn selfish.