题记:当我再一次翻开那熟悉的扉页,淡淡的霉味夹杂着月光,才发现,他是真真切切地去了,痕迹微浅。风安静地栖落在叶片上,黑夜缓缓地张开了眼睛。人群渐渐散去,周围浮躁的空气便也安静了下来。星星好似溺水的鱼儿,无论怎么划动双鳍,也逃不出这片寂寞的水域。双重玻璃里映出淡淡的黄色灯光,反晕出一片朦胧的烟雾,在黯黑的夜色中袅袅散去。乏于观赏那破碎的残月,于是踏着星辉,向家里走去。那是最初的家,深褐的木板,青黑的瓦片。每一方净土都弥漫着淡淡的泥土香。他仍独坐于微有青苔的台阶上,轻倚着木门,偶尔小小的动静便惹得木门咯吱咯吱地响。月光轻轻地跳跃在他的银丝上,有些许清冷的光辉抖落 Inscription: When I once again opened the familiar title page, a touch of musty mixed with the moonlight, only to find that he really went, traces of shallow. The wind quietly perched on the leaves, the night slowly opened his eyes. The crowd gradually dispersed, around the impetuous air will be quiet. Like a fish drowned stars, no matter how paddling double fin, also escape this lonely waters. Double glass reflects a faint yellow light, anti-halo a hazy smoke, in the dark night curl scattered. Lack of watching the broken moon, so marching Star, walked to the house. That was the original home, dark brown wood, dark green tiles. Each side of the Pure Land are filled with a touch of earthy fragrance. He was still alone on the slightly mossy steps, leaning against the wooden door, and occasionally a small movement made the wooden door creak creak. The moonlight gently leaned on his silver wire, with some cool glow