当一切都结束时,那最后的苹果诞生了。“……照顾好孩子们和你自己。”“咚”一声,天空中滑下了一颗星星。刹那,大地似乎挣脱了无形束缚,一片片的蛙声四起,似叹气,似哀怨,似哭泣,似合唱着一首无谱的安魂曲。屋内传出阵阵哭声,喊声,叹气声,融进黑暗中。星空依然美丽,却好像暗淡 When everything is over, the last apple is born. “...take care of the children and yourself.” “Beep”, a star slipped in the sky. Suddenly, the earth seemed to break free of intangible bonds, and all the pieces of frogs sounded everywhere. It seemed like sighing, like a plaintive grievance, like crying, and it seemed like chorusing a requiem without spectrum. There were bursts of cries, shouts, sighs, and melted into the darkness. The sky is still beautiful, but it seems dim