几年前,我曾写过一篇文章,题目是《学会享受清风明月》。友人刊发时,出于好心,将其改成《把清风明月珍藏于心》。美是很美了,只是忽略了我写此文的初衷。在标题里,用“学会”二字,我的心情是沉重的。您想,老天赐予我们每个人清风明月,可是我们不懂得享受,或者没条件去享受,是不可惜?有些人有了金钱,就纸醉金迷、灯红酒绿,远离了清风明月。而有些人则忙于生计,两头不见天日,顾不上去享受清风明月。这是人类的悲哀。而现在,清风明月正疏离于我们,远走他乡,不愿回头。趁机而入的是霾。霾,何物?是空气中的魔。它来自煤炭燃烧、汽车尾气、扬尘等。我们感到了它的恐怖和龌龊。觉醒之后,才懂得什么叫做不寒而栗。但,为时已晚。接踵而来的是讽刺挖苦、怨天尤人,连校园里的雕塑,都戴起了口罩。口罩罩住了一 A few years ago, I wrote an essay entitled “Learn to Enjoy the Breeze.” When a friend was published, out of goodwill, change it to “keep the breeze of the moon in my heart.” Beauty is beautiful, just ignore my original intention of writing this article. In the title, using the word “learn”, my mood is heavy. You think, God gave us all the blessing of the moon, but we do not know how to enjoy, or no conditions to enjoy, is not it regrettable? Some people have money, on paper, glittering, away from the breeze. While others are busy with their livelihoods, both ends of their lives, do not attend to enjoy the breeze moon. This is a human sadness. Now, breeze moon is alienated from us, away from hometown, do not want to look back. Take the opportunity to enter the haze. Haze, what is the magic in the air? It comes from coal combustion, automobile exhaust, dust and so on. We feel its horror and shyness. Awakening, we know what to do chilling. But it is too late. Followed by ironic sarcasm, blaming people, even the sculpture on campus, all wear masks. Mask covered one