夜色蒙蒙,月儿弯弯。我趴在窗台上,歪着脑袋,望着月亮,外婆给我摇摇篮时的情景又浮现在眼前。只见外婆小心翼翼地摇着,生怕我不舒服,她眯缝着眼,慈祥地看着我,我便含着手指,小声地念叨着:“摇呀摇,摇到外婆桥,外婆夸我好宝宝……”外婆听了,乐得咯咯直笑,还不停地念着:“哎哟,我的 The night is dark and the moon is curved. I squatted on the window sill, looked at the moon with my head and my grandmother gave me a cradle. I saw my grandmother shook with care, fearing that I was uncomfortable. She gazed at me graciously and kindly looked at me. I hummed my fingers and whispered: ”Shake it, shake it to grandmother bridge, grandmother boasts me a good baby. ......“Mother grandmother listened, giggled, and kept chanting:”Hey, my