A quiet silent night, except the song of the crickets, melodious and distant, which is like that clear moonlight sprinkle the dry harvested farmland producing green thunder light. Old Banyan Tree’s big branches cover and protect us like a big umbrella. Another day, the bus keeps going, passing by stops again and again, and I looked back to find something, the round sun seems like a red lantern, which lied besides the shadow of the big Banyan Tree closely. Granny, I haven’t met you since then, are you still waiting for me with the small oil lamp and hoping me back.

这是我翻的有啥语病吗？特别是时态...