我仔细端详着从杂物堆里翻出的旧书桌。这巴掌大的书桌上全是灰尘。因为杂物间屋顶漏雨,那桌面已被雨水侵蚀,有了大大小小的窟窿,在窟窿中还有几团霉丝,呈青绿色。此刻,雨水正敲击着屋顶脆弱的瓦片,见缝插针,无孔不入。雨滴摔落到那些窟窿里,霉丝马上瘪了,蜷缩起来。这老态龙钟的桌子“噔噔噔”地摇晃着,仿佛雨水一淋,便让它大气都出不 I looked closely at the old desk that was pulled out of the pile of debris. This slap-heavy desk is full of dust. Because the roof leaked from the debris, the tabletop was eroded by rain. There were large and small holes, and there were still a few worms in the hole. At this moment, the rain is hitting the fragile roof tiles. Raindrops fell into those holes, and the silkworms collapsed and curled up. The old clock’s table is shaking “as if”, as if it were raining, it will make it out of the atmosphere.