乡村的夜晚,是分外宁静的。偶尔听到狗吠和虫鸣。月光降临后,声音显得特别清晰。好像滴滴答答的,如同雨落檐沟,又似乎不是;那该是小溪流在奔腾,哗啦哗啦。月亮自然是大而圆的,悬在天上;天与地,都是阔大无边的。村庄掩映在月光中,破旧的木门、低矮的山墙、草垛子、南瓜花、人家晒场边上搁着的碌碡、花喜鹊居住的老槐树……,这白天里熟悉的一切,此刻,都像被抹上了一层奶油,散发出 Country night, is exceptionally quiet. Occasionally hear barking and buzzing. After the advent of the moonlight, the voice seemed particularly clear. Seems to tick, as the rain gutters, it does not seem to be; that is the stream in the Pentium, crashing. The moon is naturally large and round, hanging in heaven; heaven and earth are vast and boundless. The village is set in the moonlight, shabby wooden doors, low gables, haystacks, pumpkin flowers, people resting on the sidelines Lulu, the magpies living in the old locust tree ... ..., all familiar during the day, at this moment , Are like smearing a layer of cream, emitting