薄薄的夜色,微荡在半空,上面飘浮着星月洒下的细碎的银辉,露珠一般,碎雪一般。醒在草叶里的露珠和虫鸣,起先只探了探头,后来一古脑儿滚出来,曳着尚沉睡其中的黎明的薄纱,一点一点现出来,渐渐没过来。露珠和虫鸣被洗濯得清亮,打湿行人的裤脚。漫延上去,窝在行人的心里,又从行人 The thin nights are wafting in mid-air, and the finely shimmering silver glitters from the stars and moons are floating on them. Dewdrops are common and snow is broken. Wake up in the grass and dewdrops and insects, first probed only the probe, and then an ancient brain rolled out, dragging the dawn of the tulle still sleeping, little by little came out, and gradually did not come. Dewdrops and insects were washed clean and wet the pedestrian’s trousers. Spread up, nest in the heart of pedestrians, and from pedestrians