听,蝉停止了一天的呜叫;闻,夜来香的清香使你心旷神怡;看,那一抹橘红色的霞光已经宣告了夜的来临。黄昏时,大人们提着菜回家做饭,孩子们都在往家跑,那袅袅炊烟就像一只无形的手牵引着我们。夜来的时候是静谧的,仿佛一切都是轻轻的——小草在轻轻摆动,柳树在轻轻摇动着枝丫,晚风也是轻轻的,只有偶尔传来的蛙声打破了寂静,而在此 Listen, cicadas stopped the day’s whining; smell, fragrance of night incense makes you feel good; see, that touch of orange red has announced the night of the advent of the night. At dusk, when adults bring vegetables and go home for cooking, the children are all running home. The curl of smoke is like an invisible hand pulling us. The night is quiet, as if everything is light - the grass gently swinging, the willow gently shaking branches, the evening breeze is gentle, and only occasional frog broke the silence, and here