一故乡的月亮,最大最圆也最亮。这是每一个漂泊在外的人心中共同的感慨,因为每一个人不管去了哪里,去到多远的地方,总要想起故乡那轮明月,还有在月下那像被水浸泡过的宁静的村庄,月下那像被涂上一层美丽色彩的涓涓流淌的小河。我记得故乡的月,是从我家门前的那座山上升起来的,特别是在夏夜里最为明显,因为夏天热在屋里无法入睡,爷爷便扯来凉席,往院坝里一铺,一边摇着手中的蒲扇,一边给我们讲故事。那让我们百听不厌的“桃园结义、唐僧取经、武松打虎……”仿佛这小小的山村,在爷爷的故事中变得格外的神奇而辽阔;这静静的夏夜,在爷爷的 A hometown of the moon, the largest and most round the brightest. This is the common feeling of every wandering person, because no matter where they go and how far they go, they always think of the moon and moon in their hometown as well as the serenity of being immersed in moonlight The village, under the moon that was coated with a layer of beautiful colors trickling stream. I remember that the month of my homeland rose from the mountain in front of my house, especially during the summer night, because summer heat could not fall asleep in the house, my grandpa would pull in the mat and go to the courtyard dam in one shop Po palm shaking hands, while telling us the story. That let us never tire of “Taoyuan knot, the monks learn, Wu Song tiger ... ...” As if this little mountain village, in the grandfather’s story has become particularly magical and vast; this quiet summer night, at Grandpa’s