或许,你聆听过最美妙的声音,是音乐;或许,你欣赏过最感人的声音,是朗诵;又或许,你回想过最振奋人心的声音,是呐喊。而在我的回忆中,最牵动心灵的声音,不过是那最微不足道的一瞬间所听到的,却唤醒着我内心无数的触动。深夜里,浓黑的夜色笼罩着大地,散发着午夜别样的寂静,一点点月光透过层层窗纱,朦朦胧胧地洒在冰冷的窗台上。我借着一点 Perhaps the most wonderful voice you hear is music; perhaps the most touching voice you have ever enjoyed is a recitation; or perhaps you recall the most exciting voice that is shouting. In my memory, the voice that most affects the soul is only heard in the most insignificant moment, but it awakens my innumerable touches. In the middle of the night, dark night covered the earth, exuding a different midnight silence, a little moonlight through the layers of screens, sprinkled hazy on the cold windowsill. I by one point