初读朱自清先生的《荷塘月色》，那份感觉真像是“在牛乳中洗过一样；又像笼着轻纱的梦”。荷塘的那份清香，诗人的那份幽情，久久在心中萦绕，恰如“远处高楼上渺茫的歌声”。我似乎听到了它的乐音，见到了它的倩影，心头也有了“淡淡的喜悦”。再读《荷塘月色》，心中那... When I first read Mr. Zhu Ziqing’s Moonlight in the Lotus Pond, that feeling really was like “washing in milk; it was like dreaming in a veil.” The fragrance of the lotus pond, the poet’s subtle feelings, linger in the heart for a long time, just as “the singing of the high buildings on the far side.” I seem to hear its music, see its shadow, and my heart has a “light joy.” Reread “Moonlight over the pond”, in the heart...