那段日子,我被楼上楼下的住户折腾得快疯掉了。我家住二楼。住我楼下的,是一对下岗夫妇。为了生活,这对夫妇买了一辆破旧的三轮摩托车,每天出去载客,深更半夜才回来。那辆摩托车破旧得像个严重的哮喘病人,“突突突”的响声像哮喘病人的咳嗽,不但巨大,而且让人揪心般地难受。每晚,我躺在床上,刚有一点睡意的时候,那辆摩托车就拼命“咳嗽”着回来了,声音攀上楼来,钻进窗内,搅得我睡意全消。 During those days, I was tossing crazy upstairs downstairs households. My family lives on the second floor. Live me downstairs, is a laid-off couple. In order to live, the couple bought a worn-out tuk-tuk and departed every day to get off at midnight. The motorcycle scuffed like a serious asthma patient, and the buzzing sound like a cough in an asthmatic patient was both huge and uncomfortable. Every night, I lay in bed, just a little drowsiness, the motorcycle desperately cough "came back, the sound climbed upstairs, drilling into the window, stirring me to sleep completely disappear.