晚上,墙上钟表的时针已经指向十点,我蜷坐在破旧的沙发上,思绪久久不能平静。一种可怕的念头在我的心里萌生,而且这念头愈来愈清晰,愈来愈强烈。我很明白,这念头源于白天发生的事情。春日的清晨显得格外宁 In the evening, the hour hand on the wall clock had pointed at ten o’clock, and I curled up on the shabby couch, thinking long time could not be calm. A terrible idea in my heart, and this idea clearer and stronger. I understand that the idea stems from what happened during the day. Spring morning seems particularly Ning