犹记得少年时的一个深秋,跟着父亲去看坡,就是去守护收获完毕、来不及运送回家的庄稼。背着苫子走在乡路上,两旁庄稼婆娑,暗影横斜,极有情致,吱吱吱……田地里有促织不住地鸣叫,连响成一片,让这秋天的傍晚一点都不寂寞。天上圆月明亮,照得大地一片银白,周围散溢着成熟的秋稼的味道。朦胧的月光里,远处不时有红红的烟头,一明一灭,还有咯咯啦啦说话的声音, I still remember a late autumn boy, with his father to see the slope, is to guard the harvest is completed, no time to send home delivery of crops. Carrying prickly heat on the country road, cropping on both sides, the shadow of oblique, very affectionate, squeak creak ... ... there is a field can not hold the tweets, and even a ring, so that the autumn evening is not lonely. The sky is full of bright moonlight, shining like silver on the earth, with the ripe autumn crops scattered around. Misty moonlight, the distance from time to time there are red cigarette butts, one out of one out, there are croaking la la voice,