有人说:作家对生活有感受,我们则是对人家的感受有感受。一篇《荷塘月色》不知醉倒了几多性情中人,那梦样的荷香,谜样的月色,不知有着怎样的魅力,让人闻“香”止步,望“月”留连?曾经傻想,如果没有月色,那荷香又是怎样的情调?那一次有幸循着朱先生的足迹,徜徉在清华园中,没能寻到那条曲折的小煤屑路,可荷塘依旧在。田田的叶子沐浴在盛夏的日光中,荷花有盛开着的也有羞涩的打着骨朵儿的,微风过来,清香缕缕,却听不清远处高楼上那渺茫的歌声。日光是朗照的,有些刺眼,叶 Some people say: Writers have feelings about life, and we feel about people’s feelings. One “Moonlight in the Lotus Pond” I do not know how drunk a few temperament people, that kind of dream of lotus, mystery of the moonlight, I do not know what kind of charm, let people smell “fragrance” stop, look “month” stay? Once I thought stupidly, if there was no moonlight, then what was the flavor of the Dutch incense? It was fortunate to follow the footsteps of Mr. Zhu. When he was in Tsinghua University, he could not find the twisting small coal dust road. in. The leaves of Tian Tian were bathed in the sunlight of the midsummer. The lotus blossoms were also shy of beating with bones. The breeze came over, and the fragrance was sweet, but they couldn’t hear the singing in the tall buildings in the distance. The sun is bright, some glare, leaves