这个城市的春天,沙尘暴总是肆虐,我有沙眼,一遇到风,就想流泪。窗外漆黑一片,借着台灯的光可以看到,窗外的树枝不停地摇摆着,“呼呼”的风声煞是骇人,像兽的吼,时而低沉,时而尖啸,这声音一直伴随着书桌旁的我,大脑里那些讨厌的定理与公式更加混乱。 In the spring of this city, sandstorms are always raging. I have trachoma. When I encounter the wind, I want to cry. Dark out the window, by the light of the lamp can be seen, the window outside the branches constantly swaying, “whirring ” the wind is truly appalling, like beast roar, sometimes low, sometimes scream, the sound has been Accompanied by me at the desk, those annoying theorems and formulas in the brain are more chaotic.