十一月,已是秋天,月光越发清淡,留给地面的,是如霜一般的冷光。这也许又是一次打击,最后一次考试的成绩,惨不忍睹。抬头望望明月,十月的天空奇异而深邃,月亮被一阵又一阵的云潮覆盖。云雾疾驰着,月光忽明忽暗地泻下,映出一道道尘埃。月光冷如白霜,街道上路灯的光似枯萎的栀子花般落下,两种暗淡的光线搅在一起,形成泥泞,我走在其中,步履维艰。突然想起林宥嘉《残酷月光》中的一句词:我一直都在流浪,可我不曾见过 November is already autumn, the moonlight more light, left to the ground, is the frosty general cold light. This may be another blow, the results of the last exam, appalling. Looking up at the moon, in October the sky was strange and deep, and the moon was covered with waves of clouds. Clouds galloping, the moonlight flickering suddenly, reflecting a road dust. Cold as the moonlight shimmering, the streets of street light like withered gardenia fall, the two dim light mixing together to form a muddy, I walk in which, struggling. Suddenly remembered Yoga Lin “brutal moonlight” in a sentence: I have been wandering, but I have never seen