月光下有一条老街,老街的尽头住着一位美丽的姑娘,住在这条街上和路过这条街的人们,都爱朝她住的木板屋看上几眼,她青春的芳香在老街四处流淌。人们都说她是夜空中的一轮亮月,当老街爬满岁月的青藤,她用一首歌轻轻地摇醒沉沉入睡的老槐树。室内灯火夜长明,生动着她流水般的表情。起风的日子渐渐靠近了老街的每个角落。她打开老街紧锁的额际,让行走在街上的人们不再小心谨慎。街坊邻居看见她那双被露水打湿的眼睛,通红通红的,人们部心酸地别过脸去,而她却照样在每一 There is an old street in the moonlight, and at the end of the street, there is a beautiful girl who lives in this street and the people who pass the street love to glance over the wooden houses where she lives. Her youthful fragrance Flowing around the streets. People say she is a bright moon in the night sky, when the streets full of years of ivy, she gently rocked a sleepy old locust tree with a song. Indoor night lights Ming, vivid with her flowing expression. Windy day gradually close to every corner of the street. She opened the amount of the streets locked, so that people walking on the street no longer be cautious. Neighborhood neighbors saw her pair of dew wet eyes, flushed red, people sadly do not look too sad, but she is still in each