秋末初冬时节,寒冷日渐逼近我栖居的南国小城,并波及小城几里开外。大地早已被清淡的月光重重笼罩,而我在端详着这座小城,久久不能入眠。城市忙忙碌碌的一天渐渐淡入了梦乡,偶尔未熄的灯火是梦中的痴语。远的山如缥缈的往事,剪纸一样贴在天的薄纱上;近的山是婉约的心事,怕被深夜的月儿窥破,悄悄躲进云背后,用高低不平的树影掩饰慌乱。其实,这是一个热闹的小城,每天忙碌地在她的大街小巷穿梭,却不曾刻意打量她的容颜。只是 Late autumn season, the cold gradually approaching the southern city of my dwelling, and spread to the town a few miles away. The earth has long been overwhelmed by the light moonlight, and I was looking at this small town, a long time can not sleep. The busiest day in the city faded to sleep, and the lights that were not extinguished on an occasional basis were the idiots in dreams. Mountains far away like the past, the same as the paper-cut on the tulle; near the mountain is graceful thoughts, fear of late-night moon peep, quietly hide behind the clouds, covered with rugged tree shadow panic. In fact, this is a lively town, busy every day in the streets shuttle, but did not deliberately looked at her face. just