五十年前,一个清辉遍地的夜晚。我们想象不出五十年前的月亮跟今天有什么不同,对于五十年前的人来说,那月亮大概比今天更大、更亮、更清明,也或许更朦胧。隔着五十年的距离望过去,我们看见那是一个瘦削单薄的后生,立在大山笼罩的阴影里。山风呼啸,夜色送来一两声鸟鸣,四周更加沉寂。他抬头看月,月影朦胧,迷惘得像水水的眸子。他低头看自己,想不出下一步该迈哪只脚。他叹息,他踱步,他徘 Fifty years ago, a clear night everywhere. We can not imagine how the moon fifty years ago would be different from today. For those 50 years ago, the moon was probably bigger, brighter, clearer, and perhaps more dim than today. Looking over the distance of fifty years, we see that it is a thin, thin and backward, standing in the shadow of the mountains. Wind whistling, the night sent one or two birdsong, surrounded by more quiet. He looked up at the moon, hazy moon shadow, lost like the eye of water. He looked down at him and could not figure out which foot the next step. He sighed and he paced and he hovered