“当……”钟楼的报时钟声从远处传来,晚上七点了。揉揉被电脑折磨得生疼的眼睛,狠狠地伸个懒腰,从座位上站起来走到窗前。窗外的天已经黑透,路灯点点柔和而安详,照亮着回家的路,华灯初上,万家灯火。黑的夜有了灯光的点缀才不致于乏味,瞪大了眼睛想要看到远处更远更远的地方,那是一种不可言及的愉悦。 “When ... ” bell tower bells coming from afar, at seven o’clock in the evening. Knead was tortured by the computer was born painful eyes, severely stretched out from the seat and walked up to the window. The window outside the sky has been dark, passers-by gentle and serene, illuminate the way home, lantern, Wandeng lights. It is an ineffable delight to have the light of the darkness embellished with the darkness of the night, without stinging, widening the distance of the eyes and wanting to see farther and farther away.