是谁,在白露横江的异乡秋夜里,不知桂花的清香,不理美酒的醇厚,硬是那样偏执地吟出一句别有滋味的诗句来———“月是故乡明”。简简单单,清清浅浅,却一语道破了天机,解释了我们情感与认知之间那奇妙的天平。因为深情,所以偏执。这就是为什么加利福尼亚更透明的阳光,莱茵河畔更 Who is it, in the autumn night in the foreign land of Bailu Hengjiang, I do not know the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, ignoring the mellowness of the wine, just as paranoid as to hum out a poem of a taste - “The month is the hometown of Ming.” Simple, clear and shallow, but it broke the secret, explained our wonderful balance between emotion and cognition. Because of affection, so paranoid. This is why California is more transparent and the Rhine is more