时常,房间非常安静。婴儿在房间里夜啼时,它屏住呼吸,且微微紧张地揪住蛛丝上的灰尘,担心落地,担心灰尘扑在衣柜顶上的那声恼人的“噗”。我怀抱婴儿,淹没在稚嫩而顽强的哭声中,也懊恼地匍匐在海水般苦咸的哭声之下。我看看房间的墙壁,它们的脸色比平时更加苍白,莫非还有汗水渗出?空气湿漉漉的,连时间都泡软了,一股霉味儿。妻子打开门——门是房间最大的洞——好似被抛进洞里的一块石 From time to time, the room is very quiet. As the baby cries in the room, it holds her breath and slightly tightens the dust on the gossamer, worrying about the annoying “puff” of dust falling on the top of the wardrobe. I am pregnant with a baby, submerged in immature and tenacious cries, and I am annoyed to prostrate myself in the salty cries of seawater. I look at the walls of the room, their face more pale than usual, is there still sweat exudation? The air is wet, even the time soaked, a musty smell. His wife opened the door - the door was the largest hole in the room - a stone that seemed to be thrown into the hole