阳光从窗帘缝透进来,我心情愉悦地下床,走到窗前,“唰”地拉开厚厚的窗帘,做好了拥抱灿烂冬阳的姿势。但阳光并没有倾泻流入———我忘记了,我的房间里堆放了太多的衣服。这些衣服或打成包,或挂成排,或放在柜子里,或垒于架子上,充塞着房间的各个角落各个层次。它们织成一个笼子,把我罩着;窗子那面的衣服又像密实的筛子把大部分阳光遮挡于外。看着房间被衣服挤得这样逼仄,呼吸着压抑的空气,我忽然觉得自己堆放这么多无用的衣服,真是无聊之极! Sunshine from the curtains sutured in, I feel good to get out of bed, go to the window, “唰 ” to open the thick curtains, do a good job embracing the brilliant sun poses. But the sun did not flow in - I forgot, my room was full of clothes. These clothes are either packed in bales, hung in rows, placed in cabinets, shelved on shelves, stuffed in every corner of the room. They weave into a cage, covering me; the clothes on the window’s side are like a dense sieve that keeps most of the sun out of it. Looked at the room was squeezed so tight clothes, breathing the air of depression, I suddenly feel that he stacked so much useless clothes, really boring!