看过一个句子,叫“月光洗尘”。月色如水,掬一捧月光,洗去连日征程中的疲惫,洗去心坎上庸俗的负累,洗去争逐,洗去怨愤。辽阔的星天里,淡淡的一丸月,透射下来的却是如此渊博的目光,我们就在这样明朗的蓝色母体里思索、寻找、顿悟。有月光的晚上,我常常想起童年时分,我和父亲、母亲、妹妹一家人坐在竹床上喝一锅红薯片儿粥 Read a sentence, called “moonlight wash dust ”. Moonlight water, 掬 a handful of moonlight, wash away the fatigue of the day-long journey, wash away vulgar negative tired, wash to fight, wash away resentment. In the vast starry sky, the faint pill of moon transports it to such profound vision that we are thinking, looking, and epiphany in such a clear blue mother body. Night with moonlight, I often think of childhood, I and my father, mother, sister family sat on the bamboo bed to drink a pot of sweet potato porridge