置身城市,无可排遣的乡愁似浓雾弥漫心头,怎么也挥散不去。不说别的,单是那乡村望月的情景就足以令我神往不已。银白的月光似一张透明的巨网,笼罩着故乡的山岭、田野、河流与房屋,仿佛给它们披上了一层轻纱,朦胧中透出一股温柔,秀丽与神秘感……(《望月》,徐志摩) When you are in the city, the unrestrained homesickness is filled with dense fog and you can’t wave it. Not to mention anything else, the scene of the moon in the village alone is enough to make me long. The silvery moonlight resembles a transparent giant net that covers the mountains, fields, rivers, and houses of the homeland, as if they were covered with a layer of veil, and a gentle, beautiful, and mysterious feeling was revealed in the temple... (" Mochizuki, Xu Zhimo)