那是去年五月的长夜,天气枯热难耐,窗外的知了不停地轰叫着。就在“广寒宫”西侧的女研究生宿舍里,梦露躺在床上辗转反侧,思绪万千。 多年来,压抑的情感象下水道的黄水,堵逼得人心里难受。梦露再也耐不住精神的折磨了,站到窗前盯着黑沉的天,恨不得天马上亮起来,好找个发泄的去处。 二十多年的生活经验使她懂得: That was the long night of May last year, the weather was awful, and the outside of the window was constantly banging. Just in the female graduate dorm west of the “Guanghan Palace”, Monroe was lying in bed and tossing in and out of her thoughts. Over the years, the pent-up sentiment, like the yellow water of sewers, has kept people from feeling uncomfortable. Monroe no longer bear the spirit of the torture, standing in front of the window staring dark days, could not wait to day light up, find a place to vent. Twenty years of life experience makes her know: