这是一个寂静的夜晚。月光如水,清辉均匀涂在高低宽窄不同的建筑物表面,星星也在不停地眨着眼睛,神态宛如一个个调皮的顽童。深秋的天气有些凉。我披衣坐在廊前,看万家灯火在温馨的窗口氤氲着亲情,看大大小小的树冠在月光下错落成不同的阴影。远处,偶尔汽车的马达声呼啸而过,整个夜晚是那样的寂静安详。就在这时,一种细小的、轻微的、断断续续的声音传进了我的耳膜,我细心聆听,原来那是落叶的声音。落叶的声音是一种不舍的 This is a quiet night. Moonlight, such as water, Qinghui evenly coated in different height and width of the building surface, the stars are constantly blinking, demeanor like a naughty urchin. Late autumn some cool weather. I sat in front of the cloak to see Wan lights in the warm window with a loved one, see the large and small crown in the moonlight fall into a different shadow. In the distance, the car’s motor whistled occasionally, so quiet and peaceful throughout the night. Just then, a small, slight, intermittent sound came into my eardrums, and I listened attentively, and it turned out to be the sound of fallen leaves. Deciduous voice is a kind of dismay