第1个回答 2017-02-17
There is a hill near my house that I often climb at night. The noise of the city is a far-off murmur. In the hush（安静） of dark I share the cheerfulness of crickets（蟋蟀） and the confidence of owls（猫头鹰）. But it is the drama of the moonrise（月光） that I come to see. For that restores（恢复，归还，重建） in me a quiet and clarity清澈透明） that the city spends too freely.
From this hill I have watched many moons rise. Each one had its own mood. There have been broad（广泛的，明朗的）, confident harvest moons in autumn; shy, misty（有薄雾的） moons in spring; lonely, white winter moons rising into the utter silence of an ink-black sky and smoke smudged（污染，熏黑，弄脏的） orange moons over the dry fields of summer. Each, like fine music, excited my heart and then calmed my soul.本回答被网友采纳