记得是一个初冬的子夜,我在睡梦中被楼上同学的叫喊声和脚步的踢沓声惊醒。后来听清了,原来是那一夜有流星雨。许多同学都奔走相告,跑到宿舍楼后的一块高地上去观看。室友们也蹑手蹑脚地起来。其实我醒着,但我默不作声。不久,人声和脚步声都已远去,只剩下一屋子的黑暗和静寂。我静静地躺在床上,仿佛是在另一个世界里,远处的人声的喧哗缥缈如梦。我并没有见过流星雨,一直相信那是人生的奇遇。想象千万颗流星雨点般坠落,将逝的生命以如斯的绚烂和悲壮集结为惊心动魄的绝响!依我的脾 I remember a midnight winter, I was sleeping in the upstairs classmates shouting and footsteps of the wailing woke up. Later, I realized that there was meteor shower that night. Many of my classmates ran around and went to watch a piece of high above the dormitory. Roommates also crept up. Actually I am awake, but I am silent. Soon, the voices and footsteps are gone, leaving only the darkness and silence of a room. I lay quietly in bed, as if in another world, the voices of people in the distance wandering dreams. I have not seen the meteor shower, has always believed that it is a life adventure. Imagine millions of meteor shower crashes, the passing of life so gorgeous and tragic assembled as a soul-stirring exquisite sound! According to my spleen