月亮,一纸薄薄的月亮,像浮在海里的一尾金鱼。不一会儿,月亮躲进云层里去了,大地的窗子拉上了窗帘,四周一片阴暗。在村口等候丈夫的花枝,脑海里臆想着走路时爱吸上一根烟的丈夫叼着忽明忽 Moon, a thin paper moon, like a goldfish floating in the sea. In a moment, the moon hid in the clouds, the window of the earth pulled the curtains, darkness around. Waiting for her husband’s flowers at the entrance to the village, thinking about walking in love with a cigarette, her husband dangling suddenly ignorant