仰望苍穹,天空像打翻了墨瓶,被染得好黑、好黑。微弱的星光吃力地挣脱着。一块漆黑的乌云挡住了天空的那轮明月。
Looking up at the sky, the sky is like overturning the ink bottle, which is dyed black and black. The faint starlight struggled to free itself. A dark cloud blocked the bright moon in the sky.
我踱步在空无一人的街道上,心中萦绕着那个画面,挥之不去。“明月组合,最后成绩7。62分。”主持人一脸庄重。可我总觉得那是一个过分的玩笑。灯下,窗前,我和柳儿一次又一次的排练。那不绝于耳的古筝幽鸣,那伴我入眠的一轮明月,那一次次沁出鲜血的粉嫩指尖。每次都只是徒劳吗?我们的辛勤,换来的只是最后一名吗?我在心底默默的盘问。
I strolled in the empty street, haunted by that picture in my heart. "Moon combination, final score 7. 62 points. " The host has a solemn face. But I always think it's a joke. Under the light, in front of the window, Liu ER and I rehearsed again and again. The zither that never stops ringing, the bright moon that accompanies me to sleep, the pink fingertips that ooze blood. Is it just in vain every time? Our hard work, in exchange for only the last one? I asked in my heart.
“晴儿,你等等。”背后传来柳儿的呼唤,把我拉回了现实。我加快了前进的步伐,此刻我怎么面对,面对那双寄托希望的明眸?
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