漆黑的夜,漆黑漆黑的夜,没有月,也没有星星,更没有一丝灯光。这是xx战事暂时结束的废墟地。彼时,只有微风偶尔动一下,仿若害怕触动隐伏在哪个犄角旮旯的战火,匆忙又隐匿起来,只有黑,放肆地、张扬地、毫无顾忌地侵占着彼时大地上千疮百孔的一切、一切。小艾终于醒了过来。小艾是被疼醒的,疼像小时候冬天里的西北风,嗖嗖地一个劲儿地直往心里钻,疼得小艾就想,如果没心该多好。想到心,小艾激灵了一下,使劲睁睁眼睛,四周静 Dark night, dark dark night, no month, no stars, but not a trace of light. This is the ruin of the temporary end of xx war. At that time, only the breeze occasionally touched the ground, just as if it was afraid to touch the flames at which the horns were hiding. It was hurried and concealed. Only the black, unbridled and publicity completely occupied all the ridiculous places on the earth ,all. Ivy finally woke up. It is painful to wake up, pain like a small winter wind in the northwest wind whizzing straight to the heart drill, pain is pretty, if not heart how good. Think of the heart, my spirits a bit, staring eyes open, four weeks quiet