阴冷的风在奔走,我在风中颤抖。安静的夜晚,太阳匆匆携着光辉潜入地下,徒留朦胧的月光和一块幕布,将所有的楼房、花草、树木笼罩在黑暗里,包括我——匆匆走在回家路上内心恐惧的我。我穿过回家路上悠长又寂寥的小路——那还是几年前自己第一次回家的时候,天都黑透了,路的两边只有看不见的树,却几乎没有灯,仅有的几盏灯也失修不亮了。那时我很害怕,怕黑、怕鬼、连树叶的沙沙声也 Cold wind running, I tremble in the wind. Quiet night, the sun hurried into the ground with a brilliant light, leaving only the dim moonlight and a curtain, all the buildings, flowers, trees shrouded in the dark, including me - hurriedly walked home on the inner fear of me. I crossed the long, solitary path on my way home - when it was the first time I returned home a few years ago, the sky was dark, and there were only invisible trees on either side of the road, barely with lights, and only A few lights are disrepair not bright. At that time I was scared, afraid of darkness, fear of ghosts, and even the rustle of leaves