月色朦胧。沿着一条一米多宽的小路走去,从老柳树的树缝里我看见了我家的老屋,两旁的树丛里依旧响着老鼠的叽叽吱吱声,不时还会有小虫来亲吻你的脸颊,晚风吹动着路旁的小草,发出丝丝的响声。可是,素来畏惧黑暗的我,今晚却没有一点怕的感觉,回到老屋身边,就像子女回到母亲的怀抱,有一种异常亲切的感觉。 Moonlight. Walking along a path that is more than one meter wide, I saw the old house in my old tree from the willow tree, and the rattles of rats still rustle in the bushes on both sides. From time to time there are worms to kiss you. On the cheeks, the evening breeze blows the grass beside the road and makes a slight noise. However, I have always feared the darkness, but I feel no fear this evening. Back to the old house, like the children returning to the mother’s arms, there is a feeling of unusual affection.