(一)寂寞的原野上,夕阳下沉了。夜色从不远处弥漫上来,带着湿重的露水,一寸一寸吞噬着落日下残余的光亮。这是一个北方深秋的夜晚,北风呼呼地吹着,夹杂着越来越重的寒气。“哆哆嗦,哆哆嗦……”一只挂在梨树顶端的小鸭梨,冻得禁不住发出颤抖的声响。它瞥了一下四周,黑乎乎的什么也看不见,只有星星在遥远的天空闪着亮光。“宅无一人的原野,安静得有些可怕!”小鸭梨看着星星自言自语。这是它独自 (A) lonely field, the sun sets. The night sky never floated, wet dew, inch by inch swallowed the residual light of the sun. This is a late autumn night in the north, the north wind blowing whistling, with more and more heavy cold. “Trembling, trembling ... ” A pear hanging on the top of a pear tree, frozen could not help but make a trembling sound. It glanced around, nothing black invisible, only the stars shining in the distant sky. “House without one of the wilderness, a little terrible quiet!” Yappy pear watching the stars themselves. This is it alone