9月12日晴乡下的夜是宁静的、是柔和的。小的时候,我总是躺在门前的草地上,数着一闪一闪的星星。如今,晚饭过后,我又躺到这片我熟悉的革地上,吹着凉凉的风,听着蛐蛐的歌声,看着弯弯的月亮,真是舒服极了!渐渐地,我的眼睛模糊了,我觉得自已慢慢飞起来。越飞越高,穿过了薄薄的云层, September 12 is a quiet night under the Qingxiang, is soft. As a kid, I always lay in front of the grass, counting twinkling stars. Today, after dinner, I lay down again in this familiar land, blowing a cool wind, listening to the sloppy song, looking at the curved moon, and I was very comfortable! Gradually, my eyes were blurred, I feel myself slowly fly up. The higher the flight, through the thin clouds,