又是一年中秋节了,每到这个时候,我总是想起荒原,想起荒原上那个美丽的月亮。那一年,我在钻井队当工人,正好赶上中秋节完井搬迁,晚上,队里留我独自一人看井。吃罢晚饭,天已经黑了,我乘着夜色走上钻台,此时,秋风微微地吹,一轮明月从树林边上缓缓升起,夜空浩瀚,深蓝;月光皎洁,剔透;月辉莹白,清朗。望着晶亮饱满的圆月,我几乎能感觉出它徐徐地向上移动,一会儿,天地之间被这颗晶莹璀璨的夜明珠照得清清白白,闪烁着灿灿的银辉。我静静地坐在钻塔的二层台上,月光洒满了我的工服,温暖着我的心。面对白雪般 Mid-Autumn Festival is another year, and every time this time, I always think of the wasteland, that wasteland that beautiful moon. That year, I was a worker in the drilling crew, just in time for the completion of the relocation of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the evening, leaving me alone in the team watching wells. Eat dinner, the sky is already dark, I took the night on the drill floor, at this time, the autumn wind blew slightly, a bright moon rising slowly from the edge of the woods, the vastness of the sky, dark blue; moonlight bright, clear; Moonlight Bright white, clear and bright. Looking at the full moon, I can almost feel it moving up slowly, while, between heaven and earth was shining bright night pearl shining white, shining silver Yin. I sit quietly on the stage of the drill tower on the stage, the moonlight filled my work clothes, warm my heart. Face snow-like