夜,不知不觉已经深了,苍穹用黑大衣把自己裹得严严实实的。窗外是无边的浓墨的黑。夏末的风带着些许凉意,徐徐地飘进窗内,我不禁打了个哆嗦。似乎抓住了一个难得的机会,我抬起沉重的头,闭上工作了很久的眼睛,揉了揉太阳穴。右手因握笔太久而阵阵酸痛,脑海里满是刚才解不出来的几何题,我心中有些烦躁。我索性扔下那支被握得热乎乎的笔,走到窗 Night, unknowingly already deep, the sky with a black coat to wrap themselves tightly. The window is boundless ink black. The late summer wind with a little cool, slowly floated into the window, I can not help but shiver. Seems to seize a rare opportunity, I lifted his heavy head, closed his eyes worked for a long time, rubbed his temples. Right hand holding the pen for too long and bursts of soreness, my mind is full of geometric problems can not be solved, my heart a little irritable. I just dropped the pen that was held warm, went to the window