一个清晨,街边“隆隆”的摩托车声把我吵醒了,我一副似醒非醒的样子,眯着眼望了一下窗外,东方刚刚泛起鱼肚白,一切都雾蒙蒙的,仿佛笼罩了一层薄薄的轻纱。忽然,厨房里锅碗碰撞的声音陆续传来,把我的睡意彻底驱散。我轻声下床,小心翼翼地沿着墙壁从房间里走出来,探出头向着厨房 An early morning, the street “rumble ” motorcycle sound woke me up, I wake up awake look, peering at the window, the East has just emerged white, everything is foggy, as if Shrouded a thin layer of gauze. Suddenly, the voice of the kitchen bowl collision came one after another, to completely disperse my sleepiness. I quietly get out of bed, carefully walked out of the room along the wall, head out toward the kitchen