我坐在床上,等待着拍死蚊子。我已经受够了。这是12月初,早到了冬天,却还有蚊子。蚊子在我头上盘旋,它们已经失去叮咬的能力,这应该是已到冬天的缘故。它们“嗡嗡”地抖动翅膀,它们的翅膀在鸣叫,这鸣叫灌入我的脑袋,在我脑袋里四处萦绕。我根本无法入睡。昨天夜里,我还拍死了几只。如果,你有幸来到我的卧室,你会看到白色墙壁上散落的蚊子尸体,有的是黑色的,有的是暗红色的。它们都被我拍成一抹一抹的,粘在灰白冰冷的墙壁上。整个墙壁成了蚊子的墓地,我可没有功夫给它们选 I sat in bed, waiting for the dead mosquito. I’ve had enough. This is early December, early winter, but there are mosquitoes. Mosquitoes hover over my head and they have lost the ability to bite, which should have come to winter. They “buzz ” to shake their wings, their wings are tweeting, this tweet poured into my head, lingering in my head. I can not sleep at all Last night I killed a few. If you are lucky enough to come to my bedroom, you will see mosquito bodies scattered on white walls, some black, some dark red. They were all patted me by the gray, gray walls. The whole wall became a cemetery for mosquitoes, and I did not have time to choose them