夜已深,皎洁的月光洒满了苍茫大地,黑黝黝的天际飘着几朵淡淡的浮云,深巷内几声沉闷的狗吠更显孤寂。白日繁华的街市此时也犹如死去一般,再无吹唱,惟一跳动的景象只是那冷冷的风卷着残败的落叶纷纷乱舞,秋意愈浓。 The night was deep, and the bright moonlight filled the vast land. The dusky sky was filled with a touch of clouds, and the dreary shit in the deep lane was even more lonely. The bustling markets of the day are as if they were dead, and they are no longer singing. The only beating scene is that the cold leaves, the windy, defunct leaves, are dancing and the autumn is thicker.