那是故乡的小船么? 那是梦中的月牙船么? 航行在静夜的杯中,象一首抒情小诗,又如一弯远足的新月。 河水是歌,月牙船便是歌中跳跃的节奏,愉快的音符。 没有木桨,也无须云帆,就这样随轻风随韵律流动,只听见秋风的浅唱、夜虫的低鸣。月牙船踏波踩浪如履平川,一路舒畅。 月牙船,你将要泊向何方?是到杏花村雨的江南去摇醒那片眨着新奇的双眼的绿意?还是到渔火点点的枫桥,看起落的涛声去叩响我早春的梦。 蟋蟀在岸上打着节拍,船夫便独蹲船头,望着弯弯的弦 Is that a hometown boat? Is it a dream crescent ship? Sailing in the glass of the night, like a lyric poem, Another example is a curved crescent moon. The river is a song, crescent boat is the rhythm of jumping in the song, a happy note. No wooden paddle, nor Yunfan, so with the breeze flow rhythm, only to hear the autumn singing shallow, night beetle low. Crescent waves stepped on foot waves Hirakawa, all the way comfortable. Crescent boat, where are you going to be? Is to Heng Fa Chuen rain to shake that piece of fresh green wink blink of an eye? Or to the fishing point of the Maple Bridge, the sound of falling waves to knock my early spring dreams . Cricket beat the shore, the boatman alone squat bow, looking at the curved string