夜,悄悄地孤瘦出一弯残月明灭于窗前,我是整理刚批改完的作业时才偶然发现的。那窗外正惨淡得如我此刻不留沉淀的心境。于是,就顺着这样的夜,任头脑里无数的往事片段起舞于眼前,在这黯淡而并不皎洁的氛围里,闪烁而有金属的光泽,清越似有金属的声响…… At night, quietly scrabbling out a crooked moon and destroying it at the window, I accidentally found out that I had just finished finishing the assignment. The window was so gloomy that I didn’t leave a settled state of mind at the moment. So, along this night, any of the countless past events in my mind dance in front of me. In this bleak and unconstrained atmosphere, there is a metallic luster, and there is a metallic sound.