有一个时期,我很无聊,一个人呆在宿舍里。我的腿坏了,是到一所破楼房里面去玩,上楼梯时,一脚踩在快要腐烂的木头上,跌了下来。别人都去上课,我只能老老实实地靠在床边上,望着天花板。望着漆皮剥落的墙壁,还有窗外灰蒙蒙的天。屋里很静,仿佛有“(穴悉)(穴悉)(穴卒)(穴卒)”的声音。我知道那小家伙就要出来。那是一只小老鼠,一只灰不溜秋、毛色稀疏的小东西。 For a time, I was bored and stayed alone in my dorm. My leg was broken. I was playing in a broken building. When I walked up the stairs, I stepped on the decaying wood and fell down. Everyone else went to class. I only honestly leaned against the bed and looked at the ceiling. Looking at the peeling walls of the paint, there are gray days outside the window. The house is very quiet, as if there were sounds of (points learned) (points learned) (points) (points). I know that the little guy is coming out. It was a small mouse, a grey, thin, sparse little thing.