月的眸子是透明的,我想,也许用晶莹来形容更贴切。书上说,晶莹是一种剔透的美。月亮、云朵、晚风、清香——稻秧的清香。不知不觉之中,我的思绪被带到了远方。不是空间意义上的远,只与时间有关。这个远,连着一些更远的远,关于母亲、童年、故乡和一些尘封了的故事。我知道,此刻要不唱歌都难。这是一首旧歌,是妈妈教会的,或者说唱的就是 Month of the eye is transparent, I think, perhaps with crystal to describe more appropriate. The book says, crystal is a kind of carved beauty. Moon, clouds, breeze, fragrance - the fragrance of rice seedlings. Unconsciously, my thoughts were taken to the distance. Not in the sense of space, only related to time. This far, attached to some farther away, about the mother, childhood, hometown and some dusty story. I know it is hard to sing at the moment. This is an old song, a mother’s church, or a rapper