中考落榜的第七个夜晚,我又失眠了,仿佛心里有股莫名的压抑。夜晚对于我来说,成了一个可恨的时段。不,应该是可怕的。缕缕微风拂起窗前的纱帘,我轻轻地靠近那矮小的窗台:街上的灯光无力地亮着,冷清得让人害怕。突然,一阵铃声响起。小区里的清洁阿姨总在五点钟的时候摇起铃铛工作,简直就是扰人好梦。我二话没说,把窗户猛地一关,响声戛然而止。 The seventh night in the exams, I am insomnia, as if there is a sense of pressure in my heart. Night was a hateful time for me. No, it should be terrible. The breeze blew the gauze curtain in front of the window, and I gently approached the little ledge: the lights of the street were faintly lit up, deserted and frightening. Suddenly, a bell ringing. Clean aunt in the district always shaking bell work at five o’clock, it is annoying dreams. I did not say anything else, the window suddenly shut, the sound stopped abruptly.