天已大亮,他们还在吵架。我从被窝里爬出来,泪流满面。一声巨大的声响淹没了我的抽泣声,这声音来自他们的卧室。我跑到那个门口探望,有个东西从里面飞出来。我被砸晕了。醒来时满眼都是惨白,惨白的墙壁,惨白的爸爸妈妈的脸色,黑夜仿佛也是白色的真空,就连想象,也是惨白的。我的头一阵一阵地痛,像有些星星在痛苦地闪呀闪,我想起了《闪闪的红星》那首歌,想到那首歌一定是因为打架才产生的。之后我经常产生幻 The sky is bright, they are still quarreling. I climbed out of my blanket, burst into tears. A huge sound flooded my sobbing sound, which came from their bedroom. I went to that door to visit, something came out from there. I was dizzy. Waking up all eyes are pale, pale walls, miserable father and mother’s face, the night seems to be a white vacuum, and even imagine, but also pale. My head burst in pain, like some stars flashed in pain, and I remembered the song “Sparkling Red Star”, thinking that the song must have been born of a fight. After that I often produce magic