寂静的夜晚,我的思绪总飘回长满青草、蓄满月光的故乡。故乡此起彼伏的蛙声总是乘着一股轻风,穿透我的心灵。青蛙“呱咕——呱咕——”地叫着,高高低低,远远近近,如诗如梦,飘过清清爽爽的夜空,飘过寂寂静静的田园。它们用泥土一般 Quiet night, my thoughts always drift back to the grassy, ​​full moonlight hometown. Home and country frogs always rides a breeze, penetrate my heart. Frog “Guack - GuGu - ” cried, high and low, far and near, poetic dreams, drifting clear and cool night sky, drifting past the quiet and quiet pastoral. They are earthy