一如往常,我蜷在章先生画桌左上方的抽屉里,以避避这无隙不入的寒意。画桌抵着窗子的下沿而放,我的耳朵总是要对着窗口的。那头传来竹叶被轻轻拨开的窸窸窣窣的声音,我拱起背眯起眼,舒舒服服地伸个懒腰,然后跃到窗口上,探出半个脑袋,望着竹叶声响起的地方。脚步声是听不见的。章先生的脚步甚至比我还轻柔。而今天,连风撩动竹叶的声音都没有。 As usual, I curled up in the drawer at the top left of Mr. Zhang’s desk to avoid this chill. The drawing desk was placed against the lower edge of the window, and my ears were always facing the window. The other side of my head came the sound of a bamboo leaf that was gently poked aside. I squinted my back and stretched myself comfortably, and then leapt to the window, half a head out, and the bamboo leaves Sounds of place. Footsteps can not be heard. Mr. Zhang’s footsteps even softer than me. Today, even the wind sway bamboo leaves no sound.