闷,这闷闷的天,压迫着掌下的每一个人,把那闷湿的性格强加在每个人的身上和心上。充满力度,却不屑张扬,仿佛仍在酝酿着、积淀着,他不停地变换脸色,似乎要印证“物到极时终必变”。不在沉默中爆发,就在沉默中死亡,奔突着火热血液于血管之中的他最终选择了,他赌一场似地勇敢地选? Boring, this muffled day, oppresses everyone under his palm and imposes that stuffy personality on everyone’s body and heart. Full of strength, but disdainful, as if still brewing, accumulating, he constantly change his face, it seems to confirm that “the ultimate thing will change.” Do not break out in silence, died in silence, rushed into the veins of blood, he finally chose, he gambled like a brave election?