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明月辽阔1八月高远。我在相思的语境里感受到了细微的苍茫。那些词与词之间瘫软的炊烟;那些流水上的霜冷;那些藏在你心底细细的闪电……一切细小,都源于刻骨的碎裂。2乡愁已搁浅。月色在孤寂中燃烧。多少长路如此憔悴?多少归途星月无眠?多少时光在轻叹中改变了岁月的容颜?明月辽阔,柴门遥远。一声乡音像一道伤痕匍匐于老屋的裂缝里。3青瓷般的月光,分明就是草尖上的闪电,光洁、深邃,就像晨光中的一抹绯红,悄无声息地站在长夜的门扉。
The moon is vast 1 August lofty. I feel subtle in the context of Acacia. Those soft words between the smoke and smoke; those cold frost; those hidden in your heart thin lightning ... all small, all from the broken carving. 2 nostalgia has been stranded. Moonlight is burning in solitude. How many long way to go so haggard? How many return to the moon and stars without sleep? How much time in the sigh changed the appearance of the years? The vast moon, Chaimen distant. A loud sound like a scars creeping in the cracks in the old house. 3 Celadon-like moonlight, is clearly the lightning on the grass tip, smooth, deep, just like the dawn of the crimson, quietly stood in the door of the night.