一天,坐在办公室里看报,突然听到一阵嘤嘤嗡嗡、磕磕碰碰的声音。我抬起沉重的头颅,发现一只绿头苍蝇在窗玻璃上不停地挣扎撞击,仿佛跟那玻璃有什么过节似的。我放下报纸,看客一样地欣赏着这只苍蝇。我不知道它是怎么进来的,只想搞清楚它如何出去。绿头苍蝇向着玻璃,嗡地冲过去,砰的一声,仿佛一次余震。我想,绿头苍蝇的额头一定会隆起墨绿色的包块。容不得我再想,绿头苍蝇收敛双翅,蜷缩着细爪摔在窗台上。转眼之间,它又抖抖双翅,勇敢地起飞,绕屋一圈,从我眼前掠过,向着窗玻璃,嗡地冲过去, One day, sitting in the office reading a newspaper, suddenly heard a buzzing, bumpy voice. I lifted my heavy skull and found a green fly frantically struggling against the glazing as if with the glass. I put down the newspaper, watching the same visitors enjoy the fly. I do not know how it came in, just to find out how it went out. Green flies toward the glass, buzzed over, bang, as if an aftershock. I think the forehead of the broom must bulge dark green mass. Can not let me think again, the green flies converge their wings, curled up claws thrown on the windowsill. Suddenly, it doubly trembled, courageously took off, around the house around, passing from my eyes toward the window glass, Om rushed to the past,