月光在花窗帘上的影,总是温存美丽的。逢到无云的夜,那月光会将屋里映得通明。这通明不是白日里那种无遮无拦的通明,而是蒙了一层纱的,婆婆娑娑的通明。墙纸上的百合花,被面上的金丝草,全都像用细笔描画过的,清楚得不能再清楚。隐隐约约的,好像有留声机的声音传来,像是唱的“四季调”。无论是多么嘈杂混淆的地方, The shadow of the moonlight on the curtains, always warm and beautiful. The cloudless night, that moonlight will be reflected in the house. This is clearly not the kind of daylight that no block no transparency, but a layer of gauze, mother-in-law nimble. The lilies on the wallpaper were covered with gold grass on the surface, all painted like a thin brush, clearly not clear anymore. Vague, as if the voice of the gramophone came, like singing “Four Seasons tune ”. No matter how noisy and confusing place,