阿玲起床了,她照旧去敲儿子房间的门。“小文!小文!起床啦!”每当这时,小文便会揉揉惺松的睡眼,给阿玲开门,还会说:“妈,早安!”可今天,阿玲把门敲了一遍又一遍,也没见小文来开门。她把耳朵贴在门上,希望能听到一点动静。可房间里什么声音也没有,安静得只听见自己的呼吸声。阿玲在偌大的家里找了半天,也没发现儿子的踪影。她急了,连忙拿出随身携带的儿子房间的钥匙去开门。“吧嗒”一声门开了,可是里面空空荡荡的,什么也没有。风从窗子吹 Aling got up, she still knocked on the son’s room door. Whenever this time, the text will be rubbing Xingsong sleepy eyes, to Aling open the door, will say: “Mom, Good Morning!” But today, Aling knocked over the door over and over again, did not see the small text to open the door. She put her ear on the door, hoping to hear a little movement. No sound in the room, quiet enough to hear my breath. Aling found a big home for a long time, did not find the traces of his son. She was anxious, and quickly took out the key to carry the son’s room to open the door. “Bar clatter,” the door opened, but it was empty, nothing at all. The wind blows from the window