又是一个周末的来临,又是令我牵肠挂肚的恋家情结。我依坐在这小屋中,依旧是惆怅的双眼望着星空,依旧不知从何落笔。我很想,在这片星空下独自穿越森林,让朦胧的月光在黑暗为我引路,让月亮那美好的祝愿为我壮行。脚下是松软的枝叶铺的道路,耳边不只有微风的低诉,还有狼的嚎叫。 It is also the coming of a weekend. It is also a lover’s complex that I am worried about. I sat in this hut, still staring at the stars with my uncle’s eyes, still not knowing where to write. I really want to go through the forest alone under this starry sky, so that the moonlight in the darkness leads me in the dark, and let the moon’s good wishes do it for me. At the foot of the road is the soft branches and leaves, not only the breeze in the ears, but also the wolf howling.