有月亮的夜晚,躺在地坪中间的竹床上,或者牛栏旁边高高的稻草垛上,我一躺就是老半天,只望着高远处淡白的月亮。它独自像一块粘在锅底的大饼,贴在我永远够不着的夜空里。月光强些的时候,能看见它面上的裂纹,怪怪地被许多人想象成各自心目中的模样。而我更多地相信刘爹的话,那是吴刚在砍桂花树,几百、几千、无数万年了,吴刚挥起的利斧砍到树干上,溅起一块块木屑,可树的伤口瞬间又弥合了,便总也砍不倒,总也砍不死。我一只耳朵对着天上,另一只耳朵用手蒙住,能 On the night of the moon, lying on the bamboo bed in the middle of the floor, or on the tall straw stack beside the bullpen, I lay in the old half-day, looking at the pale white moon in the distance. It alone, like a piece of cake stuck in the bottom of the pan, affixed to the night sky I will never reach out. When the moonlight is strong, you can see the cracks on its surface, strangely many people imagine themselves in their own minds. And I believe more Liu Ti, Wu Gang was cut in the sweet-scented osmanthus trees, hundreds, thousands, countless thousands of years, Wu Gang wielded ax cut to the trunk, splashing pieces of wood, can tree The wound moment and again, it will not cut down the total cut, the total cut undead. I have one ear against the sky, the other ear over my hand, yes