月光的暖,在深处。我用一个干净的词汇,垂钓。花香泅渡,在我的眼眸,浅吟低唱。我识得她的名字,乡野纵横着的,是她紫色的心事,是谓桐花。月色委婉的时候,她坚守安静的佛,抱紧自己,不张扬,不自卑,默默地吐露芳华。朗月光顾的时刻,她灿然而恬美地笑,一朵朵,一簇簇,高高低低,弦管齐发。来处和去处,都被月色擦亮,她就那么亭亭然,施施然,唱着属于自己的歌。我站在她们中间,光亮而纯净。过去和未来,都隐在山的那一边,我的现 Moonlight warm, deep. I use a clean vocabulary, fishing. Floral ferry crossing, in my eyes, shallow singing. I know her name, country aspect with, is her purple mind, is that the blossoms. Moonlight euphemism, she insisted quiet Buddha, hold themselves, do not play, not inferiority, quietly spitting Fanghua. Long Moon patronize the moment, she bright and beautiful smile, a blossoming, a cluster, high and low, string together. Wherever and wherever she was, she was polished by the moonlight, she was so pavilion, Shi Ran, singing their own songs. I stood among them, bright and pure. Past and future, are hidden in the mountain side, my present