喜欢月,喜欢有月的夜晚,有月的夜晚舍不得睡眠。泡一杯香茗,关闭所有灯盏,合上尚未看完的书卷,窗前独坐,静对明月,一任月光洗濯我卑微沉重的躯壳。心如牛乳般温润纯净,灵魂的月光缓缓升起,向空弥散,自己也仿佛一块无瑕的璧玉,飞升起来,挂在碧天云霄。夜静寂,万籁有声,看月影款步轻移,往事倏然造访,想抑或不想,心都淡然安然。与月 Like the moon, like to have the night of the month, have night sleepy. Soak a cup of tea, turn off all the lamp, close the unfinished scroll, sit in front of the window, calm on the moon, moonlight wash my humble heavy body. The heart is like milk, moisten and pure. The moonlight of the soul slowly rises and disperses to the air. It looks as if it is a flawless jade, soaring up and hanging in the blue skies. Nocturnal night, Wanlai sound, watching the moon shadow paragraph move lightly, the past suddenly visit, think or not, the heart indifferent peace. With the month