夜已深,我仍于林荫道上散步,仍是了无睡意。静静的黑夜,散落着零星几点碎钻般的星光。月儿温柔地倚着夜的胸膛,仿佛已有了睡意。如水般的月色亦缥缈浅淡,看不真切。唯见星儿像是浸在了月色的水中,泛着越发柔软润泽的光。那清淡的蜜一般的月光,浇在高大的香樟树上,似要渗透那碧透的叶子一般,而后终于滴落下来了,破碎在溅起的浸着柔光的月色水花里。那些点点滴滴的月光落在地上, Night is deep, I am still walking in the avenue, still no sleep. Quiet night, scattered scattered bits of diamond-like stars. Moons lean gently on the chest of the night, as if already sleepy. Water-like moonlight also faint, see is not real. Only see stars like immersed in the moonlight water, glowing more soft and moist light. The light honey moonlight, pouring on the tall camphor tree, seemed to penetrate the clear leaves, and finally dripping down, broken in the splashes of soft moonlight. Those bit by bit the moonlight fell to the ground,