通宵人未眠这个城市的夜并不美,也不危险;只是黑,黑到让人担心白天可能不会再出现了。偶尔能听到汽车驶过,轮胎碾压路面的声音混着风声呼啸而去。每当这时,我就惶恐不安,感到心里有什么东西也被装载着带走了,一去不复返。坐着,凉意渐渐爬上脊背;踱着步,夜气幽幽潜入脚底。越是安静,似乎越能听到不知何处传来的隐隐约约的声音。只得环顾四周——墙角的蜘蛛在织网,织好了网就是织好了一切;柜上的绿植莫非真把那盆土当成 All night long sleepless night in this city is not beautiful, nor dangerous; just black, black to make people worry that during the day may not appear again. Occasionally can hear the car passing, the sound of tire rolling road roar blew away. Whenever this time, I was terrified, I felt something in my heart was also carried away, gone forever. Sitting, cool gradually climb the back; paced, night faint sneaked into the soles of feet. The more quiet, it seems that the more we can hear where I heard the vague voice. Had to look around - the corner of the spider in the web, weave the web is to weave everything; cabinet green plants do not really think that basin of soil as