夜深月沉,万籁俱寂,世间一切仿佛都熟睡过去了,只有冰冷的风不断吹过,偶尔传来几声鸟的啼鸣。柔和的月光洒下了一抹银辉,将大地浸染成了银色。这时,寺庙里的两块石头在用极小的声音交谈,似乎既不想破坏这份专属于夜的恬静,又不得不说些什么。铺在地上当台阶的那块石头,昂起头,仰视着被雕成佛像的另一块石头,不满地抱怨:“咱俩从一座山来,瞧你多风光,高高坐在大堂上,每天都有那么多人跪在你脚下,顶礼膜拜,烧香祈祷。我却这么倒 Night Shen Shen, all silence, all the world seems to have fallen asleep, only the cold wind blowing, and occasionally came the cry of several birds. Soft moonlight sprinkled a touch of silver, the earth dipped into silver. At this moment, the two stones in the temple were talking in a very small voice, and it seemed as if neither of them wanted to destroy the tranquility dedicated to the night. Laying on the ground as a step of the rock, raised his head, looked up to be carved into a statue of another stone, complained dissatisfied: ”We two from a mountain, look at your scenery, sitting in the lobby, every day There are so many people kneeling at your feet, worship, burning incense and praying