夜向来就是这样的静,熟睡的人无从察觉,夜行的人却能深切地嗅出它的味道。像这个晚上,一个人沿着冰冷的汉白玉栏杆,徘徊于河堤的两头,感觉这夜仿佛整个地属于我了,它满满地塞进我的胸腔,任由我的心绪去操纵;然而似乎又不是,我分明是被夜包围着、挤压着,无法逃脱它的围困,反倒成了它的奴隶。今晚的夜色并不差,是一个孩子唱着歌谣数 Night has always been such a quiet, sleeping people can not detect, night walking people can deeply smell its taste. Like this night, a man wandering along the cold white marble railings and hovering over the banks of the embankment, feeling it all night belongs to me, stuffing it into my chest and letting my mind try to manipulate it; however, it seems No, I clearly surrounded by the night, squeezed, can not escape its siege, but has become its slave. Tonight’s night is not bad, is a child singing songs