春皎洁的月光照亮了窗子,光透进来,像铺开的水银,无声地洒着浅淡的光辉。我投进这样的月夜里,光包围着我,我依着它的清辉,就像依在奶奶白皙的面庞下。奶奶默默地搂着我,哼着歌谣,月光照亮了她的脸,微笑荡在月光里,我睡在奶奶的臂弯里。秋夜,风长长地刮,好像撵着什么似的往前赶,好像害怕撵不到似的一秒钟都不停,像追撵记忆似的。 Spring moonlight lit the window, the light came in, like the spread of mercury, sprinkled lightless shimmering. I dropped into such a moonlit night, surrounded by light, I, according to its Qinghui, just as in the grandmother face under the white. Grandmother hug me silently, humming songs, moonlight lit her face, smiling in the moonlight, I slept in my grandmother's arms. Autumn night, the wind long scraping, as if chasing something like to catch up, as if afraid of not stopping like a second, like chasing 撵 memory.