天,冷;月,圆;人,静。灯火阑珊,星光灿烂。校园的夜,宁静,和美。我挪着疲倦的步子,在冷冷的月光里,缓缓拾级而上,听着“咚咚”的脚步声,那节奏像是父母的心跳,我有些心悸,一步一步仿佛是踏在父母的肩头,驻足,昂首,看着那微晕的银盘,他似乎在猜测我的心思。邀请你吧,捎上我的话给家:我想你们。 Day, cold; month, circle; person, static. Lights are shining and the stars are shining. The night, quiet, and beauty of the campus. I moved on tired steps, and in the cold moonlight, I slowly climbed up and listened to the sound of “squeaking”. The rhythm was like the heartbeat of my parents. I was a little bit embarrassed and stepped forward as if I was stepping on my parents’ feet. Shoulder, stop, hold high, look at the faint silver disk, he seems to guess my mind. Invite you, take your words to me: I miss you.