吃完晚饭,我没劲地翻着数学辅导材料,像往常一样,又盯着眼前的白墙发呆。这堵墙上,有墨水点飞溅的痕迹,像北斗七星,慵懒地躺着。在它们的旁边,是一个个凹凸的小坑,那是我当时玩飞镖的见证,星罗棋布,乍一看,倒像一个个麻子自在地躺在这张苍白的脸上。那黑乎乎的大块,是我当时迷 After dinner, I ran through mathematics teaching material, as usual, staring at the white wall in front of me. On this wall, there are traces of splashes of ink, like the Big Dipper, lying lazily. Beside them, there was a bumpy pit. It was my testimony of playing darts at that time. It was dotted, and at first glance, it was like a pock lying on this pale face. The dark chunks were my fans