美文一家园如梦山珍夜很深,也很静。浅浅的月光流进了我的村子,挤进了那扇用牛皮纸蒙住的三字窗。风轻轻地梳理着窗外还略单薄的树枝,嗓音很低,却让我听得清楚那来自远方的呼唤。 The Meiwen family garden is very deep and quiet at night. Shallow moonlight flowed into my village, squeezing into the three-character window covered with kraft paper. The wind gently combed out the slightly thin branches of the window. The voice was low, but it made me hear clearly the call from afar.