一轮圆月悄然爬上了对面那座乳白色楼顶。 汽车刺耳的喇叭声,机器轰隆的运转声,显得格外清晰。听着,听着,晚归牛群的“哞哞”声,羊群的“咩咩”声,间或伴随着的牛羊倌嘹亮的吆喝,清脆的响鞭,又一次宛转悠扬地回荡在耳畔。 此时,我的思绪已随着这余 Round the moon quietly climbed across the milky white roof. Harsh car horn, the sound of the machine running Bang, it is particularly clear. Listen, listen, late to return to the herd “哞 哞” sound, the flock of “咩 咩” sound, or accompanied by the sheep and sheep 倌 shining loudly, crisp loud whip, melodious again wandering around the ears . At this point, my thoughts have been with this remnant