故乡的月亮在不知不觉间已升得老高,淡淡的清辉极均匀地洒遍整个小小的村庄,而奶奶喊我回家的声音随着晚风四处流淌,如一张网罩住心思浮动的我。于是,月光下奶奶牵我回家的影子成为我对于月亮最初的记忆……在那些总是赖着不睡的时光里,从家里的窗棂间望出去,月亮静静地挂在灰色的马头 Hometown of the moon unconsciously has risen to Lao Gao, a touch of Qing Hui extremely evenly spread throughout the small village, and my grandmother shouted me home with the breeze flowing around, such as a net cover your heart Floating me. As a result, the shadow of my grandmother pulling me home became my first memory of the moon ... In those who always rely on not sleeping time, looked out from between the window of the house, the moon quietly hung in the gray horse