我并不喜欢城市的夜空。每当渴望在对星空的凝视而思绪飞扬时,城市中的人造景观总会阻断我的兴致。好不容易发现了几粒星子,隔着千万光年向我投来摇曳的微光,似倾诉着无数年前的一缕缕柔情。是时,却恰逢对街的霓虹灯亮起,闪烁。人造的流彩瞬间掩盖了自然的美丽结晶,而那彩灯还炫目地变换着颜色,似在耀武扬威。何时月朗星稀,呈现出一片净 I do not like the city's night sky. When craving for gazing at the stars, the artificial landscape in the city always blocks my interest. Hard to find a few stars, scattered across millions of light years to my swaying shimmering, it seems to talk to countless years ago a strand of tenderness. Yes, it coincides with the neon lights on the street, flashing. Artificial color flow instantly cover up the natural beauty of the crystal, and that lantern also dazzling change of color, seems to be swaggering. When the moon is stellar, showing a net