“关上门,露琪亚,风太大了。”我很不情愿地把门关上了,风不是很大,只是妈妈的眼睛受不了摇曳的烛光。妈妈的模样比她实际的岁数老上十岁。但她却是个只有35岁的曾经很漂亮的女人。我看了最后一眼天上的星星,它们是我的天使,像我的梦一样飞着。我很渴望听见夏天夜里蟋蟀的(?)(?)声,特别是在这么美丽的夜里。我知道这是很难得的,这个村子在炮火之后学会了沉默,天空不知什么时候就会被火光照得通红。 “Closing the door, Lucia, the wind is too big.” I reluctantly closed the door. The wind was not great, but my mother’s eyes could not stand the swaying candlelight. Mama’s appearance is ten years older than her actual age. But she is a very beautiful woman who is only 35 years old. I saw the last star in the sky. They are my angels, flying like my dreams. I am very eager to hear the (?) sounds of summer nights, especially in such a beautiful night. I know this is very rare. The village learned silence after the gunfire, and the sky was ignited by the fire sometime.