该怎样描述那些个晚上的月亮?许多次我透过在冬天变干的枝桠去看它,目光翻越沉淀为黑色三角形的屋顶去接近它,月亮始终是弯弯的一棱,不远不近,冷冷地散发着上弦月特有的橙子香味。我觉得自己是行走在安徒生的童话中了——冷冷的背景,即使是快乐的孩子气的夏天,也可以透过阳光和海水隐隐触摸到等级观念那森冷的鼻尖;在这样的背景上,又浮泛些微的暖意,那是一个卑微的心境里生出来的无数善良而幼稚的愿望。 How to describe those nights of the moon? Many times I look at it through branches that dry in the winter, looking over the roof of a black triangle, approaching it. The moon is always curved, not far off, Coldly exudes the unique orange scent of the winding months. I feel myself walking in Hans Christian Andersen’s fairy tale - the cold background, even in the happy childish summer, can also be faintly touched by the sun and sea water to the level concept that Senleng nose; on this background, And a little warmth floated a little, that is a humble innocent and naive desire born of innocence.