当七点三十分的钟声敲响,我把家里所有的灯都熄灭了,屋子里一片漆黑。我扶着墙,摸索着,走出了房间,趴在窗户上向外看。黑夜仿佛是城市最好的底色,那用的是上好的颜料,从天空中画过去的结结实实的一道黑。黑得神秘,黑得深邃,黑得那么完美无缺。在它的衬托下,远处摇晃的夜景灯,显得那么显眼,每栋楼、每辆车都镶上了金边,特别是桥上一闪一闪的灯,仿佛成了天上的星星。万家灯火,唯独我家没有亮着灯。背对着繁华,体验浑身浸在黑暗中的感觉。黑暗中,没了白天的喧闹,这儿什么也看不 When the clock at 7.30 was ringing, I put out all the lights in the house and the room was dark. I helped the wall, groping, out of the room, lying on the window to look out. Night seems to be the city’s best background, it is using a good paint, drawn from the sky in the past a real black. Black is mysterious, dark is deep, black is so perfect. Under its background, the distant night lights shining, so conspicuous, each building, each car is set Phnom Penh, especially the flashing lights on the bridge, as if the sky has become a star. Wanjia lights, but my home is not lit lights. Back to the bustling, experiencing the feeling of drowned in the darkness. In the dark, there was no noise during the day, nothing to see here