我只是一条淡水中的鱼,偏偏喜欢夜幕里灵动的诗意,一潭激动浑浊的池水在夜晚平静下来,慢慢地澄清,映着星光交织的点缀,伴着醉月湖的小桥。梦想自己插上翅膀,在静谧的午夜伏在桥头,与星星谈心,让月亮的清辉洒满我所有的鳞片。只有在这样的夜晚我才不会感到寂寞。小时候,奶奶告诉 I am just a fish in fresh water, but I prefer the poetic atmosphere of the night. An irritating pool of water calms down at night, slowly clarifies, and reflects the dotted intertwining of stars, accompanied by the bridge of Drunk Moon Lake. Dreaming to plug in his wings, lying on the bridge in the quiet midnight, talking with the stars, let the moon’s radiance sprinkle all my scales. Only on this night will I not feel lonely. When I was a child, my grandmother told