夜晚九点,和女儿一起去楼下花园散步。她拿着水杯,精神奕奕的小人。花园里有乘凉和遛狗的人,远处有霓虹。我示意她背诵古诗,她逐首背诵下来,童音在风中吹远。即将下雷雨。闷热,闪电稍纵即逝,雷声沉闷。她说她害怕,却似乎是撒娇,紧紧抱住我的脖子,把脸贴在我的肩膀上,整个身体与我依偎在一起,抱她进房间,她已趴身睡去。完全是默默地突然地睡着了。我经常因为被她的美震撼,而无法说出只言片语。 At nine o’clock in the evening, walk downstairs with my daughter in the garden. She holds a glass, energetic villain. There are people who enjoy the cool shade and walk the dog in the garden, and there are neon lights in the distance. I remind her to recite the ancient poetry, she recite the first one by one, the children’s voice in the wind blow far. Thunderstorm coming soon. Sultry, lightning fleeting, thunder boring. She said she was scared, but seemed to be spoiled, clinging to my neck, sticking my face on my shoulder, snuggling the whole body with me, holding her into the room, and she had fallen asleep. Suddenly fell asleep completely silently I often because of her beauty shock, and can not say a word.