“一片砧敲千里白,半轮鸡唱五更残。”《红楼梦》中的香菱,深夜梦诗,仅举十四个字,便将那明月描摹得别有风韵。凡是少云的夜里,空中便挂着一轮明月。清冷的月色,洁白如绫。此时,我愿啜香茗,坐在窗下,熄了灯,沐浴月色,茶水上有一层如霜色般的月华。杯中波纹轻漾,宛如一轮明月的影子,一晃,就融化在茶水里了。 “An anvil knocked on thousands of miles of white, half-round chicken sings more and more.” “Dream of Red Mansions” Xiang Ling, late-night dream poetry, only to mention fourteen words, will describe the bright moon without charm. At night when there is little cloud, a bright moon hangs in the air. The cool moonlight is as white as white. At this time, I would like to savor the citron, sit under the window, extinguish the lights, and bathe the moonlight. There is a layer of moonlight on the water above the tea. The ripples in the cup are like a shadow of the bright moon. After a flash, they melt in the tea.