熟悉的地方没有我要的风景小时候,总有个长长的夏天。从前慢,从前也静。夜晚没有事情可做,大把的时间可以消磨。我和姐姐喜欢在院子里躺在草席上眼睁睁地看天,看满天的繁星,听姥姥胡侃些云山雾罩的神话。我姥姥懂的可多了,天界八卦她全晓得:“瞧,那条弯弯曲曲的星星连成的线是银河,旁边很亮的那颗星是牛郎星,他挑着扁担,一边一个儿女;瞧河的这一边,最亮的那颗是织女星。”找到那些星并不容易,我和姐姐乐此不疲。 Familiar place without the scenery I want to be a child, there is always a long summer. Slowly used to be quiet. Nothing to do at night, a lot of time you can kill. My sister and I like lying in the yard on the straw mat to watch the sky, watching the stars of the sky, listen to the myth of Yunshan misty clouds. My grandmother know more, heaven knows her gossip: “Look, the piece of winding stars into the line is the Milky Way, next to the bright star is the Altair, he lugs a pole, while a son and daughter Look at this side of the river, the brightest is Vega. ”" It is not easy to find those stars, my sister and I never tired.