夜深了。静穆的小村庄睡着了。屋顶的瓦楞湿漉漉的,在月华的辉映下泛出清洌洌的光。一只猫无声地跃上屋脊,脚一抖,一片小碎瓦顺着瓦楞咕噜噜滚下,猫探头观望了一下,又抬头看了一眼空中的月亮,若无其事的走开了。母亲被这细微的声响惊动了,她侧过头看看窗外,窗子蒙上了霜气,白茫茫的。母亲掖了掖肩头的棉被,发出一声轻轻的叹息。深更半夜的,你不睡觉做啥?父亲翻了个身,咕哝一句。母亲转过身,唉,我这睡不着的毛病越来越厉害 Late at night. Jing Mu village fell asleep. The roof of the corrugated wet in the reflection of Yuet Wah, glowing clear 洌 洌 light. A cat quietly leaped on the roof, feet flickering, a small piece of tile rolled down along the corrugated, the cat probe looked at it and looked up at the moon in the sky, if nothing had gone away. The mother was disturbed by this subtle noise, she looked over the window, the window covered with frost, white vast. Mother tucked the tucked shoulders and gave a soft sigh. Deep in the middle of the night, do not you sleep? My father turned and muttered. My mother turned around, alas, I could not sleep more and more serious problems