月,夜愈黑,你愈亮,烟火熏不脏你,灰尘也不能污染你,你是浩浩天地间的一面高悬的镜子吗?你夜夜出来,夜夜却不尽相同:过几天圆了,过几天亏了;圆得那么丰满,亏得又如此缺陷!我明白了,月,大千世界,有了得意有了悲哀,你就全然会照了出来的。你照出来了,悲哀的盼你丰满,双眼欲穿;你丰满了,却使得意的大为遗憾,因为你立即又要缺陷去了。你就是如此千年万年,陪伴了多少人啊,不管是帝王,不管是布衣,还是学士,还是 The darker the month and the night, the brighter you are, the smoky smoky one does not pollute you, and the dust does not pollute you. Are you a magnificent mirror between the heaven and the earth? The sky is round, a few days deficit; round so plump, so deficient again so flawed! I understand, month, the world, with the proud sad, you will totally according to the out. You are shining, and your sorrowful hope is fullness and your eyes wander; and your fullness is greatly regretful, for you immediately went awry again. You are such a thousand years, how many people accompany, ah, whether it is emperors, whether commoner, or bachelor, or