一我孑然立于这片废墟之上。夜足够深沉,望不见影,便连形影相吊也不得。四顾只有漫漫的寂静,恍然间觉着自己好似烂柯人。二每当下晚自习时总感觉自己的神经已经被作业磨炼到铅华洗尽,洗漱完便倒头睡去。夜半惊醒,楼底汽笛呼啸远去,远光灯倒映,天花板匆匆镂过光华阑珊。清晨太阳照常升起,睁开眼瞥见窗棂阑干 I stood alone above this ruin. Night deep enough, hopelessness shadow, even the shadow hanging also not. Take into account only the long silence, suddenly felt like a rotten person. Second, whenever the next night self-study always feel their own nerves have been homework temper wash to wash away, wash down and then go to bed. Half awake at night, whistling floor whistling far, reflecting the high beam, the ceiling hastily cut off Guanghua. The sun rises early in the morning and opens the window to catch a glimpse of the window