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一个即将破晓的冬夜,城市还在静穆中酣睡,我从梦中惊醒,好像有人在我耳边轻呼我的名字。我的房间一片迷蒙;月儿身着轻盈的长袍,像一位洁白的仙女,凝睇我睡眠;她还透过彩绘的玻璃窗,对我微笑。夜巡者在街上走过。空旷的十字街头,有一只无家可归的狗在哀叫,还有一只蟋蟀在我炉灶边鸣唱。
An imminent winter night, the city is still sleep soundly, I woke up from the dream, as if someone in my ear gently called my name. My room was mesmerized; the moon was dressed in a light robe, like a white fairy, drowsing my sleep; and she smiled at me through painted glass windows. Night traffickers walked in the street. An empty crossroads, a homeless dog is crying, there is a cricket singing in my stove side.