月亮高挂在天空,很圆却不亮,它用暗淡的光照着大地,也照着正在哭泣的我。这是一个深秋的夜晚,我因跟我的那帮“铁哥们”聚会而回来晚了,受到了父母不问青红皂白的责骂,这对我来说,已如家常便饭。 The moon hung high in the sky. It was round but not bright. It shined the earth with dim light, and it was shining on me who was crying. This was a late autumn night. I came back late for meeting with my “gang of irons” and was scolded by my parents for not asking indiscriminately. This has become a common practice for me.