A month, the cityI slowly walked down the road, dark yellow light spin I figure, city summer night is not quiet, but travel noisy noisy miscellaneous, roadside audio, all kinds of music. High-rise buildings on the glittering neon, colorful, pattern, the whole city was boiling. Is the only quiet sky that round, she quietly watching us. Look at us, want to add a little light for the night. Night, however, seems to be no longer needed her, her bright, than the glittering neon, neon has lit up the night, the light of the month also were wrapped in the neon.People go to the supermarket, go to the bar, go to KTV, no one else would stop watched the moon, there will be no "look at the bright moon" is no longer "when the moon has, wine ask blue sky", there is no longer "silence alone on the west wing, month such as hook". No more no more li bai, su dongpo, there are so many people send month in thoughts. Only when the Mid-Autumn festival, people will eat mooncakes and talk about the legend of the moon, but people are no longer any illusions, people clearly know that the moon is a bumpy desolate. No moon, no moon, no wu gang tree... Occasionally some letters in a book for the month light draw a few pen, light. And at this time of I, just for a month. For the month light no longer hurt, for the month of silence and injury, injury for the month of loneliness. In the red light green wine, traffic in the busy city, I quietly sat on the grass in the darkness with the moon, want to reduce a little lonely and sad for him.Moon, I"ll accompany you.Second, the country of the monthThe long summer vacation, I went to the grandmother who lives in a few days, grandma"s environment is very good, the yard has a large vine, is a large shade under the grape trellis. Outside the courtyard, provide a path through the bamboo groves, I walked over, looking at the moonlight do, suddenly think of junior high school to learn a lesson "do". On a whim, I found a small stick, to do draw up, after a stroke, stood up and feet have some numbness, moonlight spilled a ground through the bamboo chopped finely ground, like a phosphor powder sprinkled on the ground. Time is too late, then I walked along the road back, found that this is not the dark night, looking up at the sky on the wheel, such as just after the water wash jade, crystal, bright, so beautiful! To the grandmother home, found the grass outside the clause, several children play on the xi xi ha ha, said that the moon for a while, a moment a few stars, moonlight in their pure smile. A few old man sitting next to take a cattail leaf fan, for a moment to see children play, for a moment at the moon, light kind smile corners of the mouth, they may be looking at the moon reminded of his own childhood. I looked at it also reminded his lips. Back home, grandma has help me to pack the room, small room, a bed, bed clean and tidy, the head of a bed and a small table, there are a small desk lamp on the table, a small pot and a cup. Although city buildings than the bedroom, but also could not say clean and comfortable. I rushed to the bed, catch a cold is to lay down, the bed by the window, grandma is a bungalow, looked up, he saw the round and bright in the sky, the moonlight while purging down through the window, with my whole body, out of the window there was child"s play and the elderly to mingle, I smiled again, month in the countryside, so bright and height, perhaps because of rural night need her, she is not alone. Yes, people with her every night, how will she alone? There are no tall buildings, but the patches of forest and bamboo forest; There are no glittering neon, but a bright moon. But the rural night seems to be more beautiful, more bright, because the country without a little bit of other light the moonlight, countryside is spotlessly clean bright moonlight. It is "month is home".While the wind blow in and play outside disappearing while less and less, cool and refreshing summer night, quiet. I got up and poured a glass of water, drink dry throat and lip, and the moon said good night. She seems to be more bright, she seemed to smile, laugh out of the full moon.The night breeze, yuet like water.
一、城市之月
我缓缓的走在路上，暗黄的灯光拉长我的身影，城市的夏夜并不宁静，而是嘈嘈杂杂的喧闹，路边的音响，各种各样的音乐不绝于耳。高楼大厦上的闪闪霓虹，五颜六色，花样种种，整个城市都在沸腾。安静的是天上那轮月，她静静的守着我们。看着我们，想为这夜增添一点光亮。可是，夜，似乎不再需要她，她的光亮，远远不如那闪闪霓虹，霓虹已照亮了黑夜，而月的光芒也隐没于这霓虹之中。
人们去了超市，去了酒吧，去了KTV，没有人停下来看会儿月亮，不再有“举头望明月”不再有“明月几时有，把酒问青天”，不再有“无言独上西楼，月如钩”。不再有李白，不再有苏东坡，不再有那么多人寄月于情思。只有中秋节时，人们会吃些月饼，谈谈月亮的传说，但人们不再存有幻想，人们清楚地知道月球上是坑坑洼洼的苍凉。没有嫦娥，没有玉兔，没有吴刚伐树……偶尔有些文人墨客在书上为月轻描几笔，淡淡而过。而此时的我，只是为月而伤。为月光芒不再而伤，为月默默不语而伤，为月孤单寂寞而伤。在这个红灯绿酒，车水马龙的繁华城市里，我坐在一片黑暗的草地上静静的陪着月亮，想为他减少点点寂寞和忧伤。
月儿，我来陪你。
二、乡村之月
漫长的暑假，我来到奶奶家住几天，奶奶家环境很好，院子里有一颗大大的葡萄树，葡萄架下是大片荫凉。院子外有条小路直通竹林，我走过去，看着月光下的竹影，突然想起初中时学的一篇课文《竹影》。我一时兴起，找了一根小木棒，对着竹影描了起来，描了一片后，站起来脚竟有些发麻，月光穿过竹林细细碎碎洒了一地，像洒在地上的荧光粉。时间过晚，我便沿着小路走了回去，发现这夜并不黑暗，抬头望着天上那轮月，如刚经水清洗的玉，清澈，明亮，竟是如此的美丽!到了奶奶家门口，发现别院外的草地上，几个小孩在嘻嘻哈哈的打闹，一会说月亮，一会数星星，月光洒在她们那纯真的笑容里。几个老人坐在旁边拿着蒲扇，一会看看打闹的孩子，一会望望月亮，嘴角挂着淡淡的慈祥的微笑，他们也许望着月亮想起了自己的小时候吧。我看着这一切也不禁勾起了唇角。回到家里，奶奶已经帮我收拾好了间屋子，不大的屋子，一张床，床铺整洁，床头边一张小桌子，桌子上放着一个小台灯、一个小茶壶和一个杯子。虽然不如城市楼房里的卧室，但也说不出的整洁和舒适。我一下子扑到床上，抱着凉被，躺了下来，床正靠着窗子，奶奶家是平房，一抬头，便望见了天上那轮明亮的月，月光透过窗户丝丝缕缕的泻了下来，洒满我一身，窗外传来小孩子的打闹声和老人的说笑声，我又笑了，乡村的月，如此明亮透澈，也许是因为乡村的夜需要她，她并不孤单吧。是啊，人们每天晚上都陪着她，她又怎会孤单呢?这儿没有高楼大厦，而是片片树林和竹林;这儿没有闪闪霓虹，而是一轮明亮的月。但乡村的夜似乎更美，更亮，因为乡村的月光不掺杂一点点别的光亮，乡村的月光是一尘不染的皎洁。正是“月是故乡明”。
清风丝丝缕缕的吹进来，外面打闹说笑声也越来越少，清凉的夏夜，安静了。我起身倒了杯水，润润干涩的嗓子和唇，和月亮道了声晚安。她似乎更亮了，她似乎笑了，笑出了满满的月光。
这一夜，清风徐徐，月华如水。
