一暮云低垂的天空,透不出一丝生气,一只白色的飞蛾挂在残破的网上,茕茕孑立。风吹网动,纷乱飘舞,飞蛾显得万般无奈。我就是那只无奈的飞蛾。但那张网网住的不是我的身体,而是我的心。那张网的背后有一束虚幻的光诱惑着我,使我情不自禁地扑了上去,从此苦苦挣扎,却都无法自拔。二 A cloud of low-hanging sky, no trace of anger, a white moth hung on the broken web, standing. The wind moves the net, and the moths seem to be helpless. I am the helpless moth. But that network is not my body but my heart. There was an illusory light behind the net that tempted me, and I couldn’t help but rushed up and struggled, but I could not extricate myself. two