看着那只空烟盒飘荡着,旋转着,悠悠地一直向下落,陈冀不由得心里一阵发紧。他知道自己是害怕了,真真确确地害怕了。可他还是强使自己依着天车大梁的铁栏杆,甚至还把上半身探出栏杆之外,低着头盯着那不断下落中的纸烟盒。那烟盒正在下降中划出一条十分复杂的轨迹。它时而沿着自己的横轴的轴向做急剧的翻滚运动,时而沿着纵轴不慌不忙地做螺旋式的旋转运动,时而又飘飘忽忽,仿佛在降落中犹疑起来,不知道该落向何方。最后,它好象碰上了一股无形的漩涡,一边 Looking at the empty cigarette box floating, spinning, and has been falling to the ground, Chen Ji could not help but be nervous tense. He knew he was scared, really scared. But he still forced himself to follow the sky girder iron railings, and even the upper body out of the railing, bowed his head staring at the falling cigarette box. That cigarette box is falling to draw a very complicated trajectory. From time to time, it makes drastic rolling movements along the axis of its own horizontal axis, sometimes spiraling rotationally along the longitudinal axis, sometimes floating and neglecting, as if hesitating in the landing without knowing it Where to fall In the end, it seems to have hit an invisible whirlpool, aside