午夜，我伫立窗前，遥望夜空。遥望满 天的星斗。一颗流星划过猎户星座，窗台上的玫瑰花飘出阵阵芳香。夜十分的宁静，听得见月光落地的声音，然而我，却难以宁静，因为我，要为新世纪的诞生挥笔叙情。 回首往昔。展望未来。我的笔端有花香乌语，有无边无际的草地；我的笔锋有 At midnight, I stood in front of the window and looked into the night sky. Looking at the sky full of stars. A meteor across the Orion constellation, roses on the windowsill floating fragrance. Night is very quiet, I heard the voice of the moon landing, but I, but difficult to quiet, because I want to write a narrative for the birth of the new century. Looking back past. Looking to the future. My pen ends are floral, there are boundless meadows;