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夜风轻轻,月光皎洁地洒在阳台上,偶尔吹动缠绕在防盗网上的藤蔓,映在地面上,摇曳成一地的银碎。一阵风吹来,茶杯上的缕缕热气被吹散在恬静的空气中,随即无影无踪。爸爸独自坐在椅子上,转着手中的白瓷杯,双眼紧闭,好像睡着了,又好像没有。月光照在他脸上,那张饱经风霜的脸早已被岁月无情地践踏出一道道深沟,那被风霜染白了的银丝刺痛我的眼睛。心头一紧,鼻子一酸,一滴晶莹的泪珠滑过我的脸庞,滚落在我的手心,凉凉的。我脱下鞋子,轻轻地走过去。在茶几前的地板上坐了下来,夜风缓缓吹来,让我打了一个寒战。“
The nightly wind gently, the moonlight sprinkled on the balcony, and occasionally blow the vine wrapped around the security net, reflected in the ground, swaying into a place of silver. A gust of wind blowing, the plumes of hot air on the cup was blown away in the quiet air, then disappeared. Dad sat alone in his chair, turning the hands of the white porcelain cup, eyes closed, it seems asleep, but also does not seem. Moonlight shone on his face, that weather-beaten face has long been mercilessly trampled years of deep trench, stained with silver wind stained my eyes hurt. My heart tight, nose a sour, a drop of crystal tears drip across my face, rolling in my palm, cool. I took off my shoes and walked gently. Sitting down on the floor in front of the coffee table, the breeze slowly blew, let me hit a chill. ”