一个人静静的走着,在月亮的怀抱里,弯成一弯凄清嶙峋的骨架与佝偻的影子,顽固对峙。一任光阴,鱼贯划过弧形的背影。抬头,眯缝着眼,望着天空,豁达、明净、湛蓝。看那一抹云卷云舒,如此安静的行走,轻盈,而又随心所欲,这也是我羡慕与向往的。想起灿烂的阳光穿过树叶间的空隙,勾画出点点的斑驳,合着 A quiet walk, in the arms of the moon, bent into a sad desolate skeleton and shy shadow, stubborn confrontation. One time, fish across the curved back. Looked up, narrowed eyes, looking at the sky, open-minded, clear, blue. Look at the touch of clouds, so quiet walking, light, but arbitrary, which is my envy and yearning. Think of bright sunshine through the gaps between the leaves, outlined a little mottled, co-authored