冷冷的夜,我记不得是第几次这样坐在窗前了,我的心好痛,泪水放肆地流过我的脸颊,我没挣扎,只是这样静静地坐着,泪水滴在我手心,裂成一片五瓣的花。离家出走吧!这个可怕而又不可思议的想法一下子占据了我的心头,很快,我用理智代替了愤怒,努力不让自己回想刚才的一幕。许久,我才 Cold night, I can not remember how many times sitting in front of the window, my heart hurts, tears flow freely through my cheek, I did not struggle, just so quietly sitting, tears dripping on me Palm, split into a five-petal flower. Run away from home! This terrible and incredible idea suddenly occupied my heart, and soon, I replaced the anger with reason, trying not to let myself recall the scene just now. For a long time, I was