夜已经很深了,我独自站在窗前,了无睡意。月亮慢慢从厚厚的云层中爬出,探出了圆圆的脸颊,给小院披上了一层淡淡的神秘的轻纱。朦胧的月光,穿过婆娑的枇杷树,几丝微光射入窗内,使我能模糊看到屋里的景象。远处,隐隐传来贝多芬的《月光曲》,一时间,月亮仿佛沐浴而 The night is already deep, I stand alone in the window, no sleepy Italian. The moon slowly climbed out from the thick clouds, dug out a round cheek, to the small courtyard covered with a touch of mysterious veil. The dim moonlight, through the whirling loquat tree, a few glimmer of light into the window, so I can vaguely see the room scene. In the distance, faintly heard Beethoven’s “moonlight song”, for a time, the moon seemed to bathe