月夜后半夜,风拧紧发条。一枚老柿子从枝头跌下来,夜晚的额头,被冬天坚硬的谰言击中。月亮掌灯。老屋一脸沧桑,倚着一棵歪脖子树,回想大雪燃烧的日子。歪脖子树上一枚破败的巢,漏风,也漏月光,岁月苍茫,它能抓牢什么?一只老鼠从墙缝里出来,大摇大摆捡拾月光的碎片。它想找一只猫谈心,说说这无边 Midnight moonlight, the wind tightened the clockwork. An old persimmons fell from the branches, the night’s forehead, was hit by winter hard words. Moon palm lights. Old house a vicissitudes of life, leaning against a crooked neck tree, recalling the days of heavy snow burning. Crooked tree a dilapidated nest on the tree, air leakage, but also leak the moonlight, the vast expanse of time, it can grasp what? A mouse from the wall cracks out, swagger to pick up the fragments of the moonlight. It wants to talk to a cat talk about this boundless