我不喜欢夜。我的夜里永远没有月亮,没有星,有的就是寂寞。然而不知道从什么时候起我有了一个朋友。我的心上常常起了轻微的敲声。我知道那个朋友来了,他轻轻地推开了心的门,进到我的心里面,他就昂然坐了下来。和平常一样我就只看见他的黑影子。“你放下笔!”他命令说。我顺从地放下了笔。“你今天又写了几千字了!” I don’t like nights. There is no moon, no stars, and loneliness in my night. However, I do not know when I had a friend. My heart often makes a slight tap. I knew that the friend had come. He gently pushed open the door of the heart and entered my heart. He sat down slyly. As usual, I only saw his black shadow. “You put the pen down!” he ordered. I obediently put down the pen. “You wrote a few thousand words today!”