总是在晚上,我走下摇摇晃晃的公车,神志特别清醒地走过那条从车站通往我家小白楼的小巷。阳光明媚的感觉早就忘记了,夜幕正缓缓落下。渐渐地夜路走多了也就不怕黑了,渐渐地我习惯了照例抬头看望月亮,从初一到十五,从新月到满月。月亮会陪伴我行走,而路灯会在路的尽头等着我,我? Always in the evening, I walked down the rickety bus and walked consciously through the alley that leads from the station to my house, Xiaobailou. The sunny feeling has long since been forgotten, and the night is slowly falling. Gradually the night road went too much and I was not afraid of the darkness. Gradually, I was used to seeing the moon as usual. From the first to the fifteenth, from the new moon to the full moon. The moon will accompany me to walk, and the streetlight will wait for me at the end of the road. Me?