时值中秋,月照中庭,玉露生凉。我手捧王维诗集,低吟玩味《山居秋暝》。是时,我抬头望月,只见玉轮生辉,白练倾泻。千年前,我就是那轮明月。“日奄日奄黄昏后,寂寂人定初。”我静静地洒着一片馨黄。山色青黛,林木深翠,刚过的一场秋雨落尽了繁华,真淳呈现。静穆、空灵,天地是一幅 Mid-Autumn Festival, moonlit atrium, Yulu cool. I hold Wang Wei’s collection of poems. When it was time, I looked up at the moon and saw only the Jade Wheels turning white. Thousand years ago, I was the moon. “After the dusk of the sun, the lonely man is at the beginning.” I quietly sprinkled a bright yellow. The mountains are green and the trees are deep and green. Just after a fall of autumn, they have bustling and show their sincerity. Quiet, ethereal, heaven and earth is a picture