门前有一座小桥。漆黑的夜晚,桥上总有一个人影从桥头踱到桥尾又返回到桥头。每当月色朦胧的时候总会看到身影伫立在桥尾向远方眺望。忽然,另一个身影从黑暗中走来,她赶紧冲向桥头。之后两个身影便一同走进了另一片黑暗。不知道这是多少年前的事了,门前的桥早已变了样,想想那时的自己实在顽皮,害得母亲总要在桥尾等我。 In front of a small bridge. Dark night, there is always a figure on the bridge from the bridge to the bridge tail and back to the bridge. Whenever the moonlight hazy always see the figure standing in the bridge to the distant view. Suddenly, another figure came from the dark, she rushed toward the bridgehead. After the two figures together went into another darkness. Do not know if this is how many years ago, the bridge in front of the already changed kind, think of myself at that time really naughty, always mothers in the bridge waiting for me.