四年了,几乎每个夜晚,我的梦里都会再现这段被抢的经历。清晨,街上还很安静,我手提提包,刚走出家属院大门,身后猛然一阵摩托车轰鸣,我回头张望,好心让路,可就在这极短的一瞬,司机身后的一只手抓住了我的提包,随即我被带着往前跑去。顿时,我被震惊、愤怒和一刹那里急聚的反抗意识攥住。我的手被勒得生痛,我知道这样很危险,也知道这样跟着跑下去,早晚会被甩掉。可我固执地坚持 Four years, almost every night, my dreams will reproduce this robbed of the experience. Early in the morning, the street was still quiet. My handbag just walked out of the gate of the family member’s house and suddenly a roar of motorcycles was behind me. Looking back, I was kind enough to give way. In this very short moment, one hand behind the driver took hold My bag, then I was taken forward ran. Suddenly, I was shocked, angry and flashy sense of resistance grip. My hand was reborn painful, I know it is very dangerous, but also know that follow this run, sooner or later be dumped. But I stubbornly insisted