一个凉风轻拂的傍晚,白胡子老爷爷在桥头摆起小灯笼叫卖。天空晴朗,挂满星斗,闪闪烁烁。街上的孩童们来桥头乘凉玩。桥下河水淙淙流淌。红的、蓝的、黄的灯笼里闪耀着蜡烛的光芒,柳树青青的枝条在漂亮的灯笼上面随风摇荡。“哎,魔法灯笼,小灯笼,照什么都漂亮的神奇灯笼!来吧,男孩子,女孩子,买一个灯笼吧,买吧,神奇的灯笼,小灯笼。”白胡子老头攒足了劲拼命叫卖。 A cool breeze in the evening, white beard grandfather posing in the bridge lantern selling. The sky is clear, full of stars, twinkling. Children on the street come to the bridge to take a cool ride. Under the bridge, the river flows. The red, blue, and yellow lanterns shone with the light of a candle, and the green branches of willow swayed in the wind above the pretty lantern. “Hey, magic lanterns, small lanterns, according to what are beautiful magical lanterns! Come on, boys, girls, buy a lantern, buy it, magical lanterns, small lanterns.” Hard to sell hard.