余显斌月亮,在天的另一边升起,光亮亮的,如水洗过一样。他们终于停下,倒在沙上睡了。驼仍没忘记自己职责,紧紧靠在他身边。沙漠夜冷,它在为他取暖呢。驼慢慢睡着了,闭上了眼睛。他也睡着了,轻轻打起鼾声。沙漠静静的,只有月光如水,映照着无边的沙砾。他打着鼾,过了一会儿,悄悄坐起来,看到驼仍睡着,就背着食物,还有水,爬在地上,一寸一寸向前移动,如一只蜥蜴一样,移向那边。终于,他移过一个沙丘, Yu Xianbin moon, rising in the other side of the sky, bright, as washed over the same. They finally stopped and fell asleep on the sand. The llama still did not forget his duty, leaning close to him. The night is cold in the desert, it is heating for him. The camel slowly fell asleep and closed his eyes. He fell asleep, snoring gently. The quiet of the desert, only the moonlight, reflecting the boundless gravel. He snored, and after a while, he quietly sat up and saw that the camel was still asleep, carrying food and water, and crawling on the ground, moving forward inch by inch, like a lizard, moving to the other side. Finally, he moved a dune,