月光洒在凉台上,一片清辉。花草在晚风的轻拂下暗香弥漫,于清辉中投下婆娑的斑影。放眼望去,夜色中到处都是居家的灯火,闪烁出一派温暖的宁静,于无声处,我就忽然地想念起长沙来。这思念很浓很浓,却又罩着一层空灵的缥缈。因为长沙并非我的祖籍故乡,也从未成为我家居的定点,但今生此世,它却总是隔三岔五地袭上心头,令我魂牵梦绕,引颈眺望。是火宫殿的臭豆腐和九如斋的绿豆糕曾经滋味过我的童年记忆 Moonlight on the veranda, a Qinghui. Under the flick of the breeze, the flowers are filled with fragrant flowers. Looking ahead, the night is full of lights at home, blinking a warm and quiet, in the silent Department, I suddenly miss Changsha. This is a very thick deep thoughts, but covered with a layer of ethereal 缥 缥. Because Changsha was not the hometown of my ancestral homeland, it has never been a designated point of my homeland. However, in this lifetime, it always strikes me from place to place. Is the palace of the fire stinky tofu and nine as fasting mung bean cake had a taste of my childhood memories