今天天气阴沉，好像要下雨。灰色的天空似乎一点点朝房子压下来。风有点大，前后门通着，可以感受到从阳台窜进来的肆虐着的凉气。屋子里光线不足，等我借着阳台散进屋来看完最后一章，天空已经变成白茫茫一片了。但是雨始终没有像我料想的那样一瓢泼下。
四周静极了，只有不远处公路上驰过的车辆呼呼呜呜的声音，划破空气，宣告着这个世界仍然是活着的。
every time when i close one last page of a book,i feel that.
i don't know how to describe my feeling now, just feel so cold, sad. and the most important thing is that i have to take care of my nose because i have a cold.
now the book itself lies in the little table, with a little light on its light yellow cover, I don't know that why I feel so …lonely seeing this.
so have you ever shared the same feeling with me
四周静极了，只有不远处公路上驰过的车辆呼呼呜呜的声音，划破空气，宣告着这个世界仍然是活着的。
every time when i close one last page of a book,i feel that.
i don't know how to describe my feeling now, just feel so cold, sad. and the most important thing is that i have to take care of my nose because i have a cold.
now the book itself lies in the little table, with a little light on its light yellow cover, I don't know that why I feel so …lonely seeing this.
so have you ever shared the same feeling with me
