每当夜幕降临,鸟儿不再歌唱,太阳不再燃烧,晚霞不再绚丽。可是,世界真的睡着了吗?——题记漆黑的夜空中,没有启明星,世界那么安静,好像是一个疲倦的婴儿,停止了哭闹。世界在这安静的外表下,隐藏着一阵窃窃私语。这细小的声音好像是蠢蠢欲动的萌芽,一开一合的吊钟花瓣,又像是古筝发出的乐声,委婉而 Whenever night falls, birds no longer sing, the sun is no longer burning, the sunset is no longer gorgeous. However, the world is really asleep it? - inscribed dark night sky, there is no Venus, the world is so quiet, like a tired baby, stopped crying. Under this quiet appearance, the world is hiding a whisper. This small voice seems to be on the verge of sprouting, a bell of flowers hanging together, and like the music issued by the guzheng, euphemism and