元宵夜,天阴沉沉的,月亮在云中时隐时现,几声鞭炮响偶尔从村中传来。哄睡了妹妹,写完了作业,我终于摊开了那张早想摊开的信纸。“亲爱的爸爸、妈妈,您二老新年好!女儿向远在千里之外的二老拜个晚年!”我顿下笔,凝神朝窗外望去,夜空茫茫,月色朦胧,我禁不住想起了半年前那个令人难过 Lantern Festival night, overcast, the moon in the clouds when it is hidden, and occasionally heard a few times from the village came firecrackers. To sleep and sleep sister, finished homework, I finally spread out the piece of paper that I had long wanted to spread. “Dear father, mother, you old and happy new year! Daughter to the Far East thousands of miles away two old age! ” I paused, looked out the window, the night sky, the moonlight dim, I could not help but think of six months That sad before