只要是晴朗的夜晚,孩子们就会高兴地叫着:“老师,走啊走啊!”不由分说把我拖出了门。我们手拉手在山路上漫步,看柔和的夜色像黑披毡一样在山野抖开,看星星一颗一颗从云缝里钻出来。这时候,最有意思的就是听孩子们喊月亮了。茫茫夜色中,一道微微的天光,在远方勾勒出一溜黑黝黝的、嵯峨的山的剪影。剪影当中有一个陡峭的山丫,像一双轻合的手掌,朝天伸成一朵莲花苞的形状。那儿,就是山月初吐处了。“月亮哎——出来哎——”孩子们稚嫩的声音,像串串银铃,被晚风碰撞得叮 As long as it is a clear night, the children will be happy to shout: “Teacher, go walk ah!” We walk hand in hand on the mountain, watching the soft night like a black felt shaking in the mountains, watching the stars one by one out of the clouds in the drill out. At this time, the most interesting thing is to listen to the children shouting the moon. In the vast darkness, a slight daylight sketches out the silhouette of a swarthy, towering mountain in the distance. Among the silhouettes was a steep hill, like a pair of light palms that rose into the shape of a lotus bud. There, is the beginning of the month spit Department. “Moon hey - come out hey - ” children innocent voice, like a string of silver bells, was hit by the breeze bite