凌晨,我又一次来到卢沟桥。放眼远望,秋天的西山,显得有些太过招摇,抖擞着山影,连柔情似水的夜色都无法让它安寝片刻。朝霭袅袅,树影婆娑,仿佛故意要跟微弱的晨曦“混为一谈”。幸好还有悬浮西天的“疏星晓月”相助,否则,即便我穷极目力,这“曙景苍然”的晨景怕也是无法看清的。眼前这份明代邹缉眼中“树入平郊分淡霭”的氤氲,恰如其分地印证了跟他同朝代的诗人杨荣的那句“远树依稀云影淡”。人间大美,大抵都有相似相通 In the wee hours, I came again to Lugou Bridge. Looking afar, the fall of the Western Hills, it seems a little too swagger, shaking the shadows, even the tenderness of the night can not let it sleep for a moment. Towards the Margaret curl, tree shadow whirling, as if deliberately with the weak dawn “confused ”. Fortunately, there are still floating West days “sparse Star” help, otherwise, even if I am impractical, this “dawn ” morning scared is also unable to see. The eyes of the Ming Dynasty Zou Ji eyes “tree into the sub-sub-sub-light ” mourning, appropriately confirms with his poet Yang Rong’s dynasty poem “far tree vaguely cloudy”. Great world, probably have similar similarities