宁静的夜,静得出奇;深黑的天,繁星点点。我倚在河边的柳下,仰望星空,无聊地数着星星。时常闭上眼睛,享受着这潺潺水声。惬意,曼妙。柳条,摇曳着,拂过我的脸颊,不经意间被触醒,揉揉双眸,起身漫步。渐渐地,耳边传来一种忽快忽慢、忽高忽低的声音。这节奏,很齐;这旋律,很清。循着声音的方向,我四处寻觅,声音越来越大,打破了这宁静的夜。终于,在一株草下,它出现了。我轻声慢步,屏住呼吸,生怕惊扰了这 Quiet night, quiet surprisingly; dark days, starry. I lean on the river under the willow, looking at the stars, countless stars countless. Always close your eyes and enjoy the murmur of water. Comfortable, graceful. Wicker, swaying, brushing my cheek, inadvertently was awakened, rubbed his eyes, got up and walk. Gradually, my ears came a suddenly slow, bumpy voice. This rhythm, very Qi; this melody, very clear. Follow the direction of the sound, I look around, louder and louder, broke the quiet night. Finally, under a grass, it appeared. I whispered slowly, holding my breath for fear of disturbing it