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每当夏夜来临,我就特别爱到家门口的小巷里转悠。这时,太阳极不情愿地卸下了炽热的装束,将作威作福了一天的火气收敛起来,拂去最后一丝晚霞。月亮婆婆摇着船儿,悄悄地把她慈爱的目光投向了人间。那皎洁、明亮的月光似一条薄薄的纱巾,轻轻地铺在小巷古老的青石板路上,又似无声的流水,泻在小巷两边密密匝匝的屋瓦上,石板间的苔藓更显得水灵了。小巷尽头,两棵槐树像是被定格了似的,一动也不动,懒懒地挨在一块儿。一切都那样安静,只有匆忙的自行车
Whenever summer nights come, I especially love to go around the alley in front of the house. At this time, the sun reluctantly unloaded the hot clothing, will domineering the day the anger converged up, glowed the last glimmer of sunset. Moon mother waved the boat, quietly turned her loving eyes on the earth. That bright, bright moonlight like a thin scarf, gently paving alley ancient bluestone on the road, like the silent water, diarrhea in the alley on both sides of the turn of the tile, the moss between the stone looks more water It’s Alley at the end, like two locust tree was freeze like, motionless, lazy to get together. Everything is as quiet as a bustling bike