一盏灯,亮到更深夜静时。听到微风摇曳树叶、珠露滑落的声音——叮、叮。珠露轻滴进,依然伏案执笔的法官之心。那倦意中依然保持的清醒,还在珠露里显微着案情。更露轻寒,窗灯微温。黙默守护着甜睡中妻儿的好梦,寄盼着那些案件当事人,也能安然入梦。法官内心,渐涌起一股潮湿,带些暖意,眼眶渐渐湿润……自然联想起,那些形形色色的案由,将形形色色的纷争、烦恼,带进法庭,掀起讼争。听审,常常是,听苦难重演,听虐 A light, when it is darker and still. Hear the breeze swaying leaves, beads of the sound of falling - bite, bite. Bead dripping into the law, the case still penned the judge’s heart. That awakening still in the sense of awake, still revealing the case in the beads. More dew cold, window light temperature.黙 silent guarding his sweet dream sleeping sweet wife, looking forward to those cases the parties, but also to safely dream. In the heart of the judge, there is a surge of moistness, warmth and moist eyes. Naturally, all kinds of cases are brought to justice and all kinds of disputes and annoyances are brought to court to set off a lawsuit. Hear the trial, often, listen to suffering repeated, listen to abuse