为明月长空而陶醉

你可忆否，黑暗与光明相融孤寂穿越亘古的时光?绽放了，温暖了，慰藉了，陶醉了，多少颗颤抖的心灵。

自幼迷月，迷于其清冷散漫的月耀光辉，迷于其自赏孤芳的身姿，迷于重重青云冥上透出点点难以企及的温柔断肠及距离。絮絮低语着:我在、我在。每每望向它，心中会静静平复下来与那份泻流下的银河一同缓缓、缓缓地流动于时间之下，我知你在。

多少日日夜夜，看不见失落的星星，厚重的云层下也几乎不见光耀，只有偶尔在云薄时，才能看见天际边一抹银辉，圆润的，皎洁的，与碎金般的星星相吁呼映着。却又能不褪去，骨子里几分孤傲，几分执着及几分王者般的孤独，那是一份怎样的孤独，亘古的孤独。

明月长空，夜深人静，寂寥无人时，我沉迷陶醉于此，是为了寻求一份怎样的慰藉啊，人生而孤独，从生命的最初便时，于母亲肚中十月如此，而我们于生命结束的至末也将归于坟茔中厚重的棺木中。从孤独中来，又回到孤独中去，完成了一次大千世界芸芸众生的人生。

骨中便种下了怎样的一丝灵魂，王维“独坐幽篁里，弹琴复长啸。”又至李白“小时不识月，呼作白玉盘。”明月长空又唤醒了，抚平了，陶醉了多少饥渴而彷徨的灵魂，生生世世地寻找着沉寂，寻找着孤独的人，那也道路是人性中的至本。期，高朋满座时，它悄悄挥别，又，孑然一身时，它如期而至。于是不由至主地寻找着，那，融于月光离离中的孤独。

生命流于时间之上，总归忆起孤独的身影，数个日日夜夜中，也只有那一个月凉如水的夜中，在黑暗中，放逐灵魂，仿佛通透无比，那一轮圆月，一圈光晕，几缕墨云，几抹光辉，遗世独立，却又如此慷慨地反反复复地将你似水光辉洒拨于世，令人陶醉。终归会被感动，被一个身姿，一缕暗香及如斯孤独，在这样淡默的夜晚，如期而至。

合眸轻闪，见月光正好，仿佛回到最初，生命的最初，那个最黑暗、最温暖、最孤独的地方，只听见心跳的声音，手握光辉，仿佛顺着经脉，回于最初，梦的、最初。于是唇边不禁出现一抹舒然。

明月长空，孤独如斯，如此，岂不妙哉?

英语翻译

Can you remember that darkness and light merged and lonely traveled through the eternal time? It bloomed, warmed, comforted, intoxicated, how many trembling hearts.

Since childhood, I was fascinated by the moon, fascinated by its cold and loose moon brilliance, fascinated by its self-admiring lonely figure, fascinated by the heavy green clouds revealing a little bit of tenderness and distance that is unattainable. Xuxu whispered: I am, I am. Whenever I look at it, my heart will calm down and flow slowly and slowly under the time with the cascading Milky Way, I know you are there.

Days and nights, I can’t see the lost stars, and there is almost no light under the thick clouds. Only occasionally when the clouds are thin can I see the silver brilliance, round and bright, and the stars like broken gold. Hu Ying. But it can not fade away, a bit of loneliness, a bit of persistence and a bit of loneliness in the bones, what kind of loneliness is that, the loneliness of the past.

When the sky is full of bright moon, the night is quiet, and when people are lonely, I indulge in it for what kind of comfort I am looking for. I am lonely. From the very beginning of life, in my mother’s belly, October is like this, and we are at the end of life. In the end, it will also belong to the heavy coffin in the tomb. Coming from loneliness, returning to loneliness, completing the life of a large number of people in the world.

What kind of soul was planted in the bones, Wang Wei "sit alone in a secluded wall, playing the piano and roaring." Then to Li Bai, "I didn't know the moon when I was young, so I called it a white jade plate." Mingyue Changkong awakened again and smoothed. , Intoxicated by how many hungry and hesitating souls, life after life looking for silence, looking for lonely people, the road is the ultimate in human nature. Period, when the crowd was full, it quietly bid farewell, and, when alone, it arrived as scheduled. So I couldn't help but look for the loneliness in the moonlight.

Life flows over time, and always remembers the lonely figure. For several days and nights, only the cold watery night, in the darkness, banishes the soul, as if it is extremely transparent, that full moon, one circle The halo, a few wisps of ink, a few touches of brilliance, leaving the world independent, yet so generously spreading you like water to the world over and over again, it is intoxicating. After all, I will be moved, by a figure, a hint of fragrance and loneliness, on such a silent night, as expected.

My eyes flashed lightly, seeing the moonlight just right, as if returning to the beginning, the darkest, warmest, and loneliest place of life, I only heard the sound of the heartbeat, holding the brilliance, as if following the meridian, returning to the beginning, dream , Initially. So a touch of comfort appeared on his lips.

Bright moon in the sky, so lonely, so, isn’t it wonderful?