“看哪,这样的夜晚多么的黑暗!连星光都闪也不闪……”那个人沮丧地说着,眼中含着委屈,腔调中含着无奈与诅咒。“看哪,那个人的影子那么的黑,那么的浓!好不容易有了一点儿路灯的光,却被他消耗了一半……”那个人沮丧地说着,眼中含着委屈,腔调中含着无奈与诅咒。“为什么我们的夜如此的黑?为什么还有那么多人在制造着黑暗?”那个人恨恨不平,怨天黑暗之影 “Look at the darkness of such a night! Even the starlight flashes without flashing.” The man said in dismay, his eyes full of grievances, his tone containing helplessness and curse. “Look, that person’s shadow is so dark, so thick! Finally got a little light on the street, but he consumed half ... ” The man said in dismay, his eyes contain grievances, accent Containing helplessness and curse. “Why is our night so black? Why so many people are making darkness? ” That person hated, complained of the dark shadow