在乡村,牧童的笛声停止,太阳把老墙上的片片影子一截一截收回时,夜幕就降临了。在昏暗里的乡村,不一会儿就亮了。点点星光伴着烛火把一棵棵古树、一只只萤火虫又叫醒,微弱的烛光丝丝缕缕地洒在窗棂上,映出一张张幸福、淳朴的脸。忙碌了一天的大人,又在厨房奏起了交响曲。不一会儿一缕缕炊烟便在空中飘了起来。迎面扑来的风也含了一些令人垂涎的香味,它们呼唤着在门口玩闹的我们:“回家了,开饭了。” In rural areas, the sound of the shepherd’s horn stopped and the sun set back the shadow of the old wall fragment. In the dark country, it was not long before. A little star with candlelight to an old tree, a firefly also wake up, faint candlelight sprinkled on the window, showing a happy, honest face. The adults who have been busy for a day play the symphony again in the kitchen. Soon a plume of smoke will float in the air. The oncoming wind also contains some coveted scent, they are calling for us to play in the doorway: “Go home, get started. ”