电铃的响声不顾一切地冲撞着我们的耳膜,腹中的音响这才偃旗息鼓———上帝的儿子也要吃饭,教室的后门优雅地打开,浓浓的热浪优雅地涌来,发际衣领都优雅地燃烧,中提琴在热空气中优雅地磨叨。楼梯间的涌动不疾不徐,温文尔雅。宽敞的大门缩起板牙,被吵醒的贵族昆虫惶惶散离,践踏 The sound of the bell ran into our eardrums in disregard of everything, and the sound in the abdomen died down—the son of God had to eat, the back door of the classroom opened gracefully, the thick heat wave rushed in, and the hair collars were all flowing. Burning gracefully, the viola graces in the hot air. The surge in the stairwell is not bad and gentle. The wide door smashes the dies and is scattered by the awakened noble insects.