天,黑了……长椅,岁月久了,掉落了红漆,露出了原木。梧桐树枝拼凑出零碎的夜幕。天空中闪烁着的星星,寥寥无几,没有月亮的耀眼,但它闪着光,闪着独特的星光,亮了一点又一点黑夜。夜,就像一个迷宫,伸手不见五指,它需要星星和月亮的光芒。我很珍惜这份感情,你,是月亮。对,你的确很耀眼。但,你会在老师 Days, black ... ... benches, over time, dropped the red paint, exposing the logs. Sycamore branches pieced together piecemeal night. There were few stars shining in the sky, and there was no glare of the moon, but it shone with light, a unique starlight, and a little dark night. Night, like a maze, invisible, it needs the light of the stars and the moon. I cherish this feeling, you are the moon. Yes, you are very dazzling. But you will be teacher