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坐等一地红月亮今夜,人如草,在大地上疯长。今夜,夜如湖,守候一轮乳玉般红月的光临。枯坐,等一地月光。事实上,我们一直生活在月光中,吸吮着月光已经好多年。一些过往,如月光一般洒在大地上,一些细微的经历就在草丛里低下去,低到月光的沉睡里,秋虫般鸣叫。夜是一尾鱼,围在我周围,红色月光在流浪。敬畏一枚红月亮,敬畏广袤的大地。月光的牧场,孤寂地辽阔着。今夜,红月亮撩开处子的面纱,游走在秋天的贝壳里。我想,无论你身在何方,那份思念都会被梳理成一缕红色,挤进我的心窗。
Wait for the moon tonight, people like grass, soaring on the earth. Tonight, night, such as the lake, waiting for a round of jade-like moon’s visit. Sitting, waiting for the moonlight. In fact, we have been living in the moonlight, sucking the moonlight for many years. Some past, such as the moonlight sprinkled on the earth, some subtle experience in the grass low down, low to moonlight sleep, the chirp like tweet. Night is a fish, surrounded by me, the red moonlight wandering. Awe red moon, in fear of the vast land. Moonlight pasture, lonely with a vast. Tonight, the red moon tearing aside veil, walk in the autumn shell. I think, no matter where you are, that miss will be combed into a ray of red, squeezed into my heart window.