故乡的歌是一支清远的笛,总是在有月亮的晚上响起。——席慕容《乡愁》月挂中天。我忆起了故乡淳朴的枣树。月光如水漫浸庭院。满院的枣树静静地站在那里,月光轻轻地撒在它那星星点点的小花上,朦朦胧胧,像一层薄雾自花中升起,将淡黄色的小花连成了一朵朵的黄云。夜风吹过,发出簌簌的响声。弯弯的枝干,细细的叶,都借了月光、微风,竟也树影婆娑,千姿百态,动人起来。 Hometown song is a Qingyuan flute, always in the moon night sounded. - Xi Murong “homesickness” linked to the moon. I remember the hometown jujube tree. Moonlight flooding the water garden. Juyuan jujube quietly stood there, the moonlight gently sprinkle little flowers in its stars, hazy, like a layer of mist rose from the flowers, the yellow flowers into a Blossoming yellow clouds. The night wind blew, sizzling sound. Curved branches, thin leaves, have borrowed the moonlight, the breeze, actually also shady trees, mixed, moving up.