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晚风如琴声般飘荡,窗户上的灰尘飞舞着。爸爸妈妈都不在家,整个家里只有我自己。我趴在床上,茫然地用眼睛打量着家里的一切。冰冷的地面在夜晚越发苍白,一切沉浸在宁静中,水滴的声音显得极为美妙。此时,我总觉得这间屋就是鬼屋,极为可怕的鬼屋,或许会有鬼出现!恐惧在心中涌动。我打了个寒战,眼睛紧紧盯着家里的梳妆镜。风很大,靠近窗户的书桌上,书被卷起来的声音一直回荡在我的耳际。不时传来几声狗叫,远处的钟声随着滴答的水声慢慢变小。
The breeze waft like a piano, and the dust on the window is flying. Mom and dad are not at home, the whole family only myself. I lie in bed, looking blankly at home with all my eyes. The cold ground is more pale at night, all immersed in peace, the sound of water droplets is extremely beautiful. At this point, I always feel that this house is a haunted house, a terrible haunted house, there may be ghosts! Fear surging in my heart. I was shivering, my eyes staring at the vanity mirror at home. Windy, near the windows of the desk, the voice of the book was rolled up echoed in my ears. From time to time several dogs came, the bells in the distance as the water slowly ticking smaller.