劳累一周后,我总是以最快的速度到达村庄。我没有流浪过,也没有那种洒脱,我只想安静地窝在自己的村庄里。开门,放下书包和行李,然后深深吸了一口气。嗅到熟悉气息的那一刻,我几欲落泪。这是我这学期第一次回家。拉开窗帘,打开窗,楼下过道充满了喧闹的声音。就这样软软地趴在书桌上,眯着眼,慵懒地倾听着村庄有力而沉稳的心跳,渐 After a tiring week, I always get to the village as soon as possible. I have not wandered, nor that kind of free and easy, I just want quiet nest in my village. Open the door, put down school bags and luggage, and then took a deep breath. Smell the familiar moment of the moment, I almost want to cry. This is my first time this semester to go home. Open the curtains, open the window, downstairs passage full of noisy sounds. So soft lying on the desk, squinting, lazily listening to the village strong and steady heartbeat gradually