月亮很瘦,似一个身染沉疴的人,无精打采。后院阒寂,蝈蝈的低吟在暗夜里流窜,像是夜在叹息。我和父亲坐在粗糙的石桌上——喝酒。间或有夜风吹来,酒香随风弥漫,父亲和我都有些醉了。父亲说:“你还年轻,不应该喝那么多酒,不然身子会吃亏的。”而他自己却喝得非常的多,已经到 The moon is very thin, like a person with a stained body, listless. The backyard silence, shy whisper flow in the dark night, like a night sigh. My father and I are sitting on a rough stone table - drinking. There was a night-time breeze, and the fragrance was filled with wind, my father and I were drunk. My father said: “You are still young, should not drink so much wine, or the body will suffer. ” And he himself is very much drunk, has arrived