鲁鲁坐在地上，悲凉地叫着。树丛中透出一弯新月，院子的砖地上洒着斑驳的树影和淡淡的月光。那悲凉的嗥叫声一直穿过院墙，在这山谷的小村中引起一阵阵狗吠。狗吠声在深夜本来就显得凄惨，而鲁鲁的声音更带着十分的痛苦、绝望，像一把锐利的刀，把这温暖、平滑的夜剪碎了。他 Lulu sat down on the ground and cried desperately. There was a crescent moon in the trees. The tiled floor of the yard was covered with mottled shadows and a touch of moonlight. The desolation roared through the wall and caused waves of shit in the small village in the valley. The barking of the dog seemed to have been miserable late at night, and Luru’s voice was even more painful and desperate. Like a sharp knife, he cut the warm, smooth night. he