说起皎洁的月色,对我已是很遥远的事。在记忆中,文人墨客对月畅饮吟诗作赋,留下了无数情怀激荡的诗篇。明月,在诗人的笔下,有过“流光正徘徊”的荡漾,有过“海上生明月”的怀远,也有过“明月出天山”的苍茫,而我更喜欢“清月出岭光入扉”的那份纯净。 Speaking of a bright moonlight, it is a very distant thing to me. In memory, the literati and guru give a pleasant impression on the moon, leaving countless poems inspired by emotion. The moon, in the poet’s pen, has been “ripple light is hovering”, there have been “Huaiyuan sea moon”, but also had “the moon out of the sky,” “vast, and I prefer Moonlight into the door ”share of pure.