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夜晚，星星在我的眼里闪闪发亮，布谷在我的耳旁一个劲地催，一袭春风吹来，吹得我心里愈加烦躁。 At night, the stars are shining in my eyes, and cuckoo is urging me hard beside my ears. The spring breeze blows, which makes my heart more upset. 多少年了，没有在这样的季节里负犁奋进，真让我有些心酸啊！我懒懒的叼起一根稻草，伤心的咀嚼着那些曾经见证过的风干的往事。那时节，这样的夜晚，有星星，有晚风，怎会没有煤油来照明呢？主人用柴火点燃煤油灯，发行在灯罩里发出噼里啪啦的声音，如诗歌般整齐而富有韵律。现在呢，没有了煤油，也没有了煤油灯，只有那遍布屋里屋外街道两旁照彻大地的电灯，圆的，方的，环形的，柱形的，白色的，红色的，让我睡觉也睡不安稳。 How many years, did not in such a season negative plow advance, really let me some sad ah! I am lazy to pick up a straw, sad chewing those who have witnessed the dry past. At that time, such a night, there are stars, there is a late wind, how can there be no kerosene to illuminate it? The owner lit the kerosene lamp with firewood, and the sound crackled in the lampshade was as neat and rhythmic as poetry. Now, there is no kerosene, no kerosene lamp, only the electric lamps which are all over the house and on both sides of the street, round, square, circular, columnar, white and red, make me sleep uneasily. | 
