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母亲常说,夜晚是最好的读书时光。这话没错。读书,写作,凡是与思考有关的,大多只有在夜晚才真正活了起来。每每夜半时分,黑暗如同贪食的魔鬼,吞噬着大地上一切的光影。一切只是静默,夜空被无边的静谧铺满,如同芳草地铺满了荆棘。在这无尽的沉寂中,连螟虫的一阵低吟浅语也显得格外珍贵。这时,便只余了时钟滴滴答答的脚步声,以及未眠人那扑通扑通的心跳声。光阴从我的
Mother often said that night is the best time to study. That’s right. Reading, writing, and all those related to thinking, most of them only really live up at night. Every night and a half hours, the darkness is like the devil’s devouring devouring all the light and shadow on the earth. Everything is just silence, the night sky is boundless quietly covered, like grass covered with thorns. In this endless silence, even with stem borer cries also seem particularly valuable. At this moment, only the footsteps of the ticking clock tickled, and the heartbeat of the sleepless man thrashing. Time from me