月光下的紫雾夕阳把它浓浓的、毛茸茸的余晖涂在这棵老树上。老树默默耸立,满树是蓬勃的绿叶。老树的树干上,有一个巨大的节疤。多年以前,它被雷劈过,失去了一截最丰满的枝权而留下了这个节疤。节疤丑陋而狰狞。从节疤里能闻到一股阴森的潮气。树叶摇动着,摇出一块光斑,投在这个节疤上。仿佛是受到光斑的炙烤,节疤的缝隙里,亮出了一对眼睛。这对眼 The purple mist of the moonlight sets its thick, hairy shades on the old tree. The old tree stands silently, full of trees are vibrant green leaves. On the tree trunk, there is a huge knot. Years ago, it was thunderstorm, lost a section of the most full of branches and left the knot. Knuckles ugly and coy. From the knot can smell a gloomy moisture. Shake the leaves, shake out a spot, cast on this knot scar. Seems to be affected by the spot burn, the knots in the scar, showing a pair of eyes. This pair of eyes