夕阳枕着了山梁,静静地睁大眼睛,晚风不知从何处开始已把余辉中的小河吹得如同一条闪亮的丝带。而远处晚归人走调的山歌仍倔强地在风里摇曳,于是风吹着歌声四处点燃散落的灯火。一切便沉醉在这晚风里了。夜越来越近,林中的鸟儿看着黄黄的月亮爬上枝头,忽然惊了一下,狠狠地闹了一番,但终于归于平静。 The setting sun was resting on the mountain beam, and the eyes were quietly widened. The wind did not know where to start. The river in the afterglow had been blown as a shining ribbon. In the distance, the folk songs that came out of tune in the evening were still swaying in the wind, so the wind blew the lights everywhere. Everything was intoxicated in this evening wind. As the night approached, the birds in the forest looked at the yellow moon and climbed on the branch. Suddenly they took a moment and made a sudden noise, but finally returned to peace.