罗依克在家,外面正下着雨。他不想看书,电视里也没有什么精彩的节目,他的有轨汽车玩具也坏了。罗依克转来转去,找不到任何事做,真是无聊极了。他躺在地毯上,眼睛盯着房间里蓝色的天花板发呆,觉得生活一点儿意思也没有。后来,他的目光落到了一只大黑苍蝇的身上,苍蝇正一动不动地趴在天花板上。过了一会儿,它飞了起来,围着电灯转圈,一圈,两圈,三圈,然 Roy I was at home, it was raining outside. He did not want to read books, did not have a good show on television and his track car toy was broken. Roemerk turned around, can not find anything to do, really boring. He lay on the carpet, stared at the blue ceiling in the room in a daze, feeling that life did not mean anything. Later, his gaze fell on a big black fly, the fly is motionless lying on the ceiling. After a while, it flew up, circling the light, one turn, two laps, three laps, of course