墨儿一样的天现了,只留得一条泛着黄白的小船,调皮的星星驭着它,在天河之中漂流。而人间呢?总有一束灯光照着这条小巷,在这漆黑的夜里,似善良的印记,以它特有的魅力温暖着过路人的心房。巨大的黑布袋把天空原本的蔚蓝拢了起来,背面泛着闪亮的光曦,各个商铺都张罗着收拾着各自的东西,准备打烊了,屋外传来了阵阵喧嚣,传到老人饱经苍桑的双耳中,她扶起拐杖,颤巍巍地挪着步子。艰难地迈过门槛,来到这凰旁的苍天大树下,干枯的手掌在粗壮的树干上摸索着,老人顿了顿,按了下去,挂在树顶的一只白炽灯,亮了。起风了,树叶之间传来了美妙的“沙沙”声,和着这回巢鸟儿的叽喳,老人回到屋内,继续 The Mexican-like day was present, leaving only a yellow-and-white boat, naughty stars staring at it, drifting among the Milky Way. And in the world, there is always a beam of light shining through this alleyway, and in this dark night, like a kind mark, it warms the passersby’s heart with its unique charm. The huge black bag brought the blue of the sky together, and the back was shining with sparkling light. The shops were all filled with their own things, ready to fight, and bursts of noise came from outside the house. In Cang Sang’s ears, she raised her crutches and shook her steps. Difficultly striding through the threshold, came to the great tree next to the phoenix. The dry palm groped on the stout trunk. The old man paused, and he went down and hung an incandescent lamp on the top of the tree. From the wind, there was a wonderful rustle between the leaves, and this time with the nest birds, the old man returned to the house and continued