北风盘旋着,疯狂地抓起一片片黄褐色的落叶,又突然松劲,任这枯叶四处飘散。空气中,弥漫着清冷与萧瑟。我揣着手,缩着脖子,走在三楼的艺术长廊,脚下的速度一提再提。当然,我还不忘看看两旁的玻璃——我总是对这里抱有深深的好奇。几乎所有的房间都关上了灯,拉上了窗帘,呈现出漆黑的一片。唯独最后这间,虽也不甚明亮,但又不像其他房间那样,似乎总有几缕昏暗、柔和的光在房间 North wind circling, frantically grabbed a piece of brown leaves, but also suddenly relaxed, let the leaves floating around. The air, filled with cold and bleak. I Chuaizhuoshou, shrink neck, walk in the art gallery on the third floor, mention the speed of the foot mention. Of course, I still have not forgotten to look at the glass on both sides - I always have a deep curiosity here. Almost all the rooms were shut off the lights, pull the curtains, showing a dark piece. The last, though not very bright, but unlike other rooms, it seems that there are always a few dark, soft light in the room