夜幕如一匹浓黑的织绸,铺陈天际。黑色笼罩了整个街道,若隐若现中有几点黄,寒风肆虐地吹进我的衣袖,借助微弱的路灯,随风飘起的刘海再一次映在我的眼帘。寒风无情地吹在我的脸上,凉凉的,这才意识到泪水竟伴随着无助流了下来……回家的路是那么近,可我却不敢抬起脚,家的那一方,等待我的到底是谅解还是决然? The night is like a thick black woven silk, spreading the sky. Black enveloped the entire street, looming with a few yellow spots, bleak winds blowing into my sleeve, with the help of faint street lights, bangs floating in the wind once again reflected in my eyes. The cold wind blew on my face coldly, and I realized that my tears were accompanied by helplessness. The way home was so close, but I could not lift my feet. One side, waiting for me in the end is understanding or decisive?