Night ridiculous

Woke up, there was a darkness in front of me, and the outside was the roar of the typhoon tearing the lungs. I can't see anything. When the lights are on, the lights won't light up. Call Mom, Mom can't hear me, look around for the phone, but I can't touch anything.

Suddenly dare not explore again, it is too dark, I am afraid, afraid to touch something strange. I held the light quilt tightly at the corner of the bed. I don't dare put my hands or feet under the bed. I am afraid that a pair of claws will come out under the bed and hold me tightly; I dare not look into the darkest corner, afraid of a vaguely miserable woman's face; suddenly I think of a smile and said: There seems to be a head on the skylight. It seems that the mountains are roaring, the wind and the rain are mad like to take away every creature, and from time to time I hear the sound of various things colliding, making my heart tighten and tremble. What is holding the throat of my destiny? I have always read the wrong nature, I am covered by darkness and fear, I feel that the nature at this moment is so terrible, people can only do nothing in front of it. When you naturally pursue a life with you, you can only helplessly watch the death come. Suddenly afraid of death, I looked down at the window with sorrow, hoping that I could see a little light, give me hope, but I saw the curtains shrink into a ball, flashing in the wind, like a black candlestick, It is also like a black ghost's shadow. Suddenly miss the sunny days, I miss the mother constantly, remembering childhood and the good times spent in school. Turning to it, isn't there a lot of beautiful scenes before people die? I don't want to see, don't think about it, afraid to see someone shouting that I will not return when I go. I hold the quilt tightly. It is the only thing that can give me warmth. It can temporarily keep my body from getting cold. Don't torture me anymore, I am afraid I can't do it yet? I will be obedient in the future. Once again, wake up. The throat is sore, I saw the light, and reached out to hug like that, I know, that is the reincarnation of the bridge.

Chuling Middle School, Fenghua City, Ningbo, Zhejiang, China