一阵风吹来,把睡了一天的壁虎给吹醒了。看看窗外,已是夜色沉沉,壁虎打了个哈欠,摸摸有点瘪了的肚子,出门找食物去。大街上没有路灯,瘦得像镰刀的月亮只洒下一片昏暗的光。“食物,食物,你在哪儿?”自言自语的壁虎向街东头望望,又转过身向街西头望去,看见从羊大婶家蹿出一个鬼鬼祟祟的黑影。虽然那黑影离他这里有十米开外,可壁虎还是看清楚了那黑影拖着一条短尾巴,尾巴尖上有一撮白毛。 A gust of wind came to awaken the gecko sleeping for a day. Look out the window, it is dark night, gecko yawned, touch a little flat stomach, go looking for food to go. There was no street light on the street, and the moon, thin like a sickle, shed only a dim light. “Food, food, where are you?” Whispering gecko to the east side of the street, turned around and looked westward to see Auntie from the sheep out of a sneaky shadows . Although that dark shadow ten meters away from him here, but the gecko or see that shadow dragged a short tail, tail tip of a pinch of white hair.