今夜,夜莺声声。那鸟儿无休止地在村前那片山坡林带婉转鸣唱。“荒岗——荒岗——”四野阒然,叫声传得很远。鸟儿意犹未尽地不知疲倦地继续叫着。它是歌唱荒芜美丽的山冈吗?是咏叹北方的辽阔空旷吗?我拿不准它那凄婉优美的鸣叫,拿不准它那忧伤清凉的韵音,只是静静谛听着。初夏的夜空,明朗,高远,静谧苍穹点缀着幽蓝奇妙的辉煌。山野显得安宁、满足和坦然,月色 Tonight, nightingale sound. The bird endlessly singing in front of the village piece of hillside forest belt. “Barley - barren - ” Four wild suddenly, crying very far. The birds continue to cry indefinitely. Is it singing the desolate and beautiful mountains? Is it the vast northern aurora open? I can not get it sad and graceful tweets, get it sad sad cry, just silently listening. Early summer night sky, clear, lofty, quiet sky dotted with fantastic wonderful glory. The mountains look peaceful, gratifying and calm, moonlight