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窗外,夜的黑像漆一般翻滚着,呜咽着,咆哮着,带着一股血腥的狠劲儿,仿佛要把一切光芒揉碎,吞噬。太阳的热量来得太不甘愿,踩着懒散的碎步一点点靠近沉睡中冰冷的城市。当慵懒而柔软的阳光还未到达窗边时,无数个闹钟已经不约而同地开始了它们短暂的狂欢,宣告着这座城市中最勤劳的人开始了他们紧张的一天。如果可以有所选择,想必是没有人愿意在这样寒冷的季节起早贪黑的。但是,有那样一
Outside the window, the darkness of the night, like a paint tumbling, sobbing, roaring, with a bloody vicious child, as if to shred all the light, swallowed. The sun’s heat came too unwilling, stepping on the sloppy steps a little closer to slumbering in the icy city. When lazy and soft sunshine has not yet reached the window, countless alarms have coincidentally begun their short revelry, declaring that the most industrious people in the city have begun their tense day. If you have a choice, presumably no one is willing to get up and down in such a cold season. However, there is one