喜欢故乡的月夜,因为那份难得的宁静与平和。冬天落过雪的世界,是一黑一白交织的画卷。山脉随着最后的一抹斜晖轻轻摇摆,夕阳如饱满的心脏,在天地交接的地方搏动;村庄如刚出世的婴儿,在夜的摇篮中安睡。没有万家灯火,城市的喧嚣,只有几声轻快的风诱一缕迟到的烟,飘摇天际。沉默的村庄走失了太古老的鸡鸣狗吠。 Like the moonlight hometown, because that rare quiet and peaceful. The winter snow falls in the world, is a black and white intertwined picture. The mountain swayed gently with the slightest touch of the last sunset, the sunset full of heart, pulsating in the place where heaven and earth were handed over; villages such as newly born infants slept in the cradle of the night. There are no lights, the noise of the city, only a few bangs of light breeze smoke late, shake the sky. Silent village lost too old cock barking.