一觉醒来，见窗外一片皎然，以为天已破晓，披衣起望，不料竟是一轮朗月。在淡青色的天幕上，冰轮般的满月挂在西南方鞍形的山脊之上，幽辉粼粼，照得群山峡谷分外浓重，分外庄严，分外神秘。大地正在熟睡，一切都显得静谧，苍凉，浩渺。 “他乡见月易思家”。睡魔已经遁去，乡 Wake up, see a jiao ran out of the window, that day is dawn, the coat looked up, but unexpectedly a round of Long. In a pale blue sky, the ice-like full moon hangs over the saddle-shaped ridges of the southwest, glittering in the mountains and valleys, exceptionally solemn and exceptionally mysterious. The earth is asleep, everything seems quiet, desolate, vast. “See yourselves Yue Yi homesick.” Sleeping magic has escaped, township