不知道从什么时候起,我就很少感受到月亮的存在了。是城市的夜空过于明亮,还是自己的心灵蒙上了灰尘;是经常埋头生存而少有举头望月,还是身心被旁骛所牵而忽略了,我不知道。最近,我常常想起儿时的月亮。记忆中,那时的月亮特别大、特别亮,李白说“呼作白玉盘”真是再贴切不过了,特别的清晰,是那样的一尘不染,连那上面的桂花树都看得清清楚楚。在村子的东头,一群刚吃过晚饭的孩子在拥挤着嬉戏,一轮明月缓缓升起,那月光是多么的温柔、静谧。月亮那边是一 I do not know since when, I rarely feel the existence of the moon. Is the city’s night sky is too bright, or his own soul was covered with dust; is often buried in life with little hope Mochizuki, or body and mind are ignored by the bypass, I do not know. Recently, I often remember the moon in my childhood. Memory, when the moon is particularly large, especially bright, Li Bai said “call white jade plate ” really is no more appropriate, especially clear, is so spotless, even the above osmanthus trees are clearly seen . In the east of the village, a group of children who had just had dinner crowded and frolic, and a bright moon rose slowly. How gentle and quiet the moonlight was. One over the moon