晚自习结束后,已是深夜。伴着月光,我疲惫地走在回家的路上。白日的喧嚣这会都归于寂静,一切都酣眠着,一阵若有若无的风儿暗哑地低吟。月儿在浓密的云层后时隐时现,洒下一抹淡淡的清辉。学习了一天,此时的我又累又饿,倦意阵阵袭来。可一想到母亲为我煮的面条正热气腾腾地摆在餐桌上,我便有了劲头,回家的步子也轻快起来。 It is late at night after the end of self-study. Accompanied by the moonlight, I am tired to go home on the road. The hustle and bustle of the day is attributed to silence, everything is asleep, while the Ruo Ruowu wind dull whisper. Moon in the thick clouds after the hidden, shed a touch of faint Qinghui. After studying for a day, I was tired and hungry at this time and I was tired of attacking. But when I was thinking that the noodles my mother had cooked for me were steaming on the table, I was so excited that my steps back home was light.