今夜作业堆成山,十二点,夜已深。趴在桌上,不久便入梦。“十年生死两茫茫,不思量,自难忘。千里孤坟,无处话凄凉。纵使相逢应不识,尘满面,鬓如霜。夜来幽梦忽还乡。小轩窗,正梳妆。相顾无言,惟有泪千行。料得年年肠断处,明月夜,短松冈。”我独自信步,巧听此声,循声而去,见窗内一人挑灯夜 Tonight, the work piles up into mountains. At twelve o’clock, the night is deep.趴 趴 桌上 桌上 桌上 桌上 桌上 桌上 趴 趴“I have lived and died for ten years without thinking about it, and I will never forget it. Thousands of miles of solitary graves, nowhere to be desolate. Even if we meet together, we should not know, dust, and frost. The night comes to Youyou and returns home. Xiaoxuan’s window is dressing. No words, only tears and thousands of lines. It is expected that there will be a year-round bowel break, bright moonlight night, and short Matsuoka.” I walked alone, cleverly listened to this sound, and went away, seeing a night in the window