我家附近有一座小山,我常常在夜间爬上去。从这座小山上,我已观看过多次的月出。每一次月出都有其独特的情调。有又大又圆、充满信心的丰收的秋月;有羞涩、朦胧的春月;有升起在浓墨般的天空那完全的宁静中的孤独、发白的冬月;有挂在干旱的田野上,被烟雾熏染的橘色的夏月。每一 There is a hill near my house, and I often climb up at night. From this hill, I have watched the moonrise many times. Each month has its own unique mood. There are big, round, full moon harvest bumper harvests; there are shy, hazy spring months; there is lofty in the sky as a complete silence of the lonely, white winter months; have hung in arid fields On, by the smoke of the orange summer months. Each one