夜深了。一弯眉月静静地挂在空中。在灯火辉煌的城市里,常常是感觉不到月光的存在的,好快啊,下弦月,就意味着又一个月份要开始了。我一直喜欢秋天,秋天是金色的,是飒爽的,秋风卷起快要凋落的树叶,又留情地把它送回大地。我默默地把月光和秋天一起珍藏,凉凉的,好似秋天的水,流淌 Late at night. A curved month quietly hanging in the air. In the bright lights of the city, the moonlight often does not feel the existence of, so fast ah, the next moon, it means another month to begin. I always like autumn, autumn is golden, is valiant, fall autumn roll up leaf litter, but also mercilessly sent it back to the earth. I silently put the moonlight and fall together, cool, like autumn water, flowing