回忆就像路灯,伫立在你的脑海深处,总在漆黑的深夜亮起,凝视着奔走于这个城市的人们,用仅剩下的一点温暖铺起一条回家的路。那个夜,仿佛不再冷了。“砰”的一声,书房的门被我狠狠地关上,回想起刚刚与妈妈的冲突,心中的愤怒与不满更加强烈了。“不就是玩一会儿游戏吗?”我嘟囔着,心中尤其不满。“饭好了,出来吃饭了。”一阵刺耳的声音响起。“不饿,不吃。”我用被子 Memories, like street lamps, stand in your head, gleaming in the midst of darkness, gazing at the people who run in this city, laying the way home with the only warmth left. That night, as if no longer cold. “Bang ” sound, the door of the study was severely shut down, I recall the conflict with my mother just now, the heart of anger and dissatisfaction even more intense. “Do not play games for a while?” “I muttered, especially in my heart. ”Rice is ready, come out to eat. “ A burst of harsh voice sounded. ”Not hungry, do not eat. " I use the quilt