夜凉如水。 月,今夜为何苍白得如此凄美?那稀疏散落的星辰,是谁潸然落下的泪滴?起风了,吹得叶儿沙沙作响,像母亲在耳边温柔地吟唱,而久之,却更像是怨女哀伤的哭诉,有时,绝美却让人断肠。 不由得裹了裹衣襟。 夏末初秋的夜晚,寒意已浓。劳累了一天的人们,大多只愿呆在家里,看看 The night is cool. Month, why is it so pale so tonight? The thinly scattered stars are the teardrops that have fallen suddenly? The wind is blowing, the leaves are rustling, and the mother sings softly in her ear, but for a long time, it is more like It is the grieving cry of the grieving woman. Sometimes, the beauty is heartbroken. I could not help but wrapped my clothes. In late summer and late autumn, the chill is thick. Most people who are tired for a day just want to stay home and see