夜阑人静,黑色的苍穹被窗棂瓜分,孤月踯躅于云间,群星为夜空绘上一抹亮色。风落盈天醉,鹧鸪碧水寒。轻柔的风吹醒了梦,悄然拂过。孤身走在巷旁,踩着沉默的影子,紧随其后。我背着包,漫无目的地走着。也许累了,随意坐下。身旁的文竹在冷风中左右攲斜着,最后不免委于尘埃。一个枯弱的背影映入眼帘,扫路人!我想:这么冷的天,难道扫地不怕受冻啊。察觉到我的目光,她立马低下头,似羞似怯。阳光终于冲破了云中防守,折出斑斓光晕,亦真亦幻。 Nocturnal, black sky was partitioned by the window, solitary moon wandering in the clouds, the stars painted a touch of bright colors for the night sky. Windy days drunk, partridge blue water cold. Soft winds awoke, quietly blowing. Walk alone in the lane, stepping on the shadow of silence, followed. I carry the bag, walking aimlessly. Maybe tired, feel free to sit down. The side of the text of bamboo in the cold wind around the diagonal, finally inevitably commissioned in the dust. A frail back into the picture, sweeping passers! I think: such a cold day, do not sweat afraid of being frozen ah. Spot my eyes, she immediately lowered his head, like shy like cowardice. The sun finally broke through the cloud defenses, beautiful glow, really fantastic.