我常常在夜里想,阳光是什么样子。是黑暗中的月光吗?我想如果我知道的话,一定不会像现在一样迷茫。夜深了,我在读我的小诗:光/是夜的眼睛/在遥远的山村/在天空/偷偷地看着/看着漆黑的面孔……我喜欢看星星,躺在蒙眬的夜色里,最好不要有月亮。星星是夜的眼睛,有着夜一样深邃的忧愁。初恋也有这么一双眼睛。“这次我离开你/是风/是雨/是夜晚/你笑了笑/我摆一摆手/一条寂寞的路便展向两头了”这是郑愁予的诗。夜将尽,寂寞的路终会打开,那些夜晚, I often think at night, what the sun looks like. Is the moonlight in the darkness? I think if I knew it, it would not be as confused as it is now. Late at night, I was reading my poem: Light / Night’s Eye / In a remote mountain village / In the sky / Sneaking / Looking at the dark face ... I like to watch the stars and lie in the dark night It is best not to have the moon. Stars are night’s eyes, with deep sadness of the night. First love also has such a pair of eyes. “This time I leave you / is the wind / is the rain / is the night / you smiled / I waved / a lonely road will show to the two ” This is Zheng Chou to the poem. Night will do, lonely road will eventually open, those nights,