“星沉海底当窗见,雨过河源隔座看。”当读到这句诗时,我抬头望向窗外。这个城市的夜晚是看不到星星的,我虽知道,还是望了去。一轮清浅明月若隐若现挂于空旷之野,俯视人间点点灯火。这个夜晚,我独坐窗前,静静地读着安意如的文字,泡一杯香茶,在昏黄的台灯下,香气浮动,水汽氤氲。 “Star Shen sea bottom window, rain across the Heyuan look. ” When reading this verse, I looked up the window. The city's night can not see the stars, though I know, or looking to go. A clear light and dark moon looming hung in the open field, overlooking the world lit lights. This night, I sat alone in front of the window, quietly reading the text of An Yiru, soaked in a cup of fragrant tea, dimly lit table lamp, aroma floating, water vapor.