月儿明,风儿轻,树影照窗帘;梦未碎,人已醒,梦境待客寻。朦胧,走近一片清新的美好,触手即逝,方知梦已醒。时光流转似千年,数月数天。梦只剩几片碎片,一点残影。这是仲夏的晌午,毫无睡意的我在田埂上独自走着。与我一同在蓝天下的还有在我近旁跑前跑后的外婆家的狗,远方时有轻轻飞起的白鹭。艳阳下世界宁静极了,不仅可听到人与狗的呼吸声,偶尔还可以听见一只小青蛙“叮咚”跃入水中。“稻花香里说丰年,听取蛙声一片……”走啊走,空气由干爽添了一丝甜蜜,我心中奇怪,急急去寻,方才发 Moon Ming, the wind is light, the tree shadow photo curtain; dream is not broken, people have woke up, dreams to find customers. Obscure, approached a beautiful new, tentacle, the parties know the dream has been awake. Time flies like a thousand years, a few days. Dream only a few pieces, a little residual shadow. This is the midsummer noon, I am without sleep on the ridge walk alone. With me under the blue sky was my grandmother’s dog running in front of me, and egret flies in the distance. Under the sun, the world is quiet, not only to hear the breath of people and dogs, and occasionally you can hear a little frog jumped into the water. “Rice fragrant fragrant years, listen to the frog a ...... ” walked, the air was added by the dry a little sweet, my heart is strange, hurry to find, just before the hair