夜,静谧的夜。在燥热和喧闹中煎熬了一整天的南国某城,已在习习凉风的吹拂下进入了恬静的梦乡,只有路灯还眨着朦胧而多情的眼睛。一只猫头鹰忽然从暗处簇射而出,扑向一只在黑夜中自鸣得意而贪婪觅食的硕鼠。一声凄厉的惨叫之后,夜又归于寂静。这时,一辆灰色的桑塔纳出租车 Night, quiet night. A city in the southern part of China, which had been suffering all its heat and noise in the past, had entered a peaceful sleep in the cool breeze of the study, only the misty and affectionate eyes blinking with its lights. An owl suddenly burst out from the darkness, toward a squirrel who greets greedily in the darkness. After a mournful scream, the night returned to silence. At this time, a gray Santana taxi