月出从哪里漏出一丝凉风。一大片的土地开始吐红。静极了,是月在诞生。……又大又圆,满满当当。它的光,先染了那片黄土,又染了那条河,又染了那些草木,从根染到梢。染了所有的声籁……划过原野的翅膀,栖到林子里去了。那一声蛙鸣响亮得,如振响的银器。无声的流水忽然拨响。明晃晃的一轮,跳到原野上,所有的心怀一下子亮了。 Where the moonlight leaks a cool breeze A large area of ​​land began to spit red. Quietly, is the birth of the month. ... Big, round, full. Its light, first dyed the piece of loess, but also dyed the river, but also dyed those plants, from root to shoot. Dyed all the salarries ... across the wings of the wilderness, habitat into the woods. The frog sounded bright, such as silver ringing. Silent water suddenly sounded. Bright shining round, jumping to the wilderness, all the heart suddenly bright.