握着颤抖的笔,写下这个题目,仿佛心头在滴血。 警车门拉开,一群女人蹒蹒跚跚走下来,一张张年轻但并不难看的脸被蹩脚的浓妆涂抹得令人啼笑皆非。她们有的惊疑惶悚地望着眼前的陌生世界,肃穆的铁门,严密的电网;有的则用一种玩世不恭的态度嬉笑低语着,仿佛她们将要踏入的不是监狱的大门, Hold the trembling pen, write down the subject, as if my heart is bleeding. The police car door opened, a group of women staggered down, a young but not ugly face was lame makeup is ridiculous. Some of them panicked looked at the strange world in front, solemn iron gate, tight grid; while others cynically whispered with a cynical attitude, as if they are about to enter the door is not the prison,