夜露篝火晚会开始了。我们搬来木椅,十多个好友围在火边,说话、聊天、唱歌,不觉月光从东边的树影重重处缓缓升起,至中庭,银光遍撒。面前熊熊火焰,把胸口烤得发烫,但头顶和背上有隐隐雪意,我疑心是夜露降落了。四周传来喁喁切切的声音,间或伤感而柔情的诗歌朗诵。这里显得缥缈空虚。月光下 Night campfire start. We moved to the wooden chair, a dozen friends around the fire, talking, chatting, singing, feeling the moon rising slowly from the heavy shadow of the east, to the atrium, silver spread. In front of a flaming flame, the chest baked hot, but the head and back of the faint snow, I suspect the night fell. Surrounded by the sloppy sound, sometimes sad and tender poetry recitation. It seems empty here. Under the moonlight