一首古老情歌,半个月亮爬上来。歌中的画,一幅月升的歌与画,以无限深邃的意境,从半个月亮的微妙飞升中爬上来。半个月亮爬上来,从唱歌者的喉咙,从倾听的耳朵、从荒漠的沙岚上、从会战大兵弯曲流汗的脊梁爬上来。茫茫苍苍的大戈壁,远方呈现一线夜色的眩晕。渐渐地,渐渐地,娇羞的月亮竟露出半张脸盘。半个月亮爬上来,多么恬静,独自在大漠 An old love song, half a moon to climb up. The painting in the song, a song and painting of a month, climbed up from the subtle ascent of a half moon in an infinitely profound mood. Half a moon climbed up, from the throat of the singer, from the ears he listened to, from the sahara of the desert, from the sweaty backbone of the battle soldiers. The vast gray gobi, showing a glimmer of faint night. Gradually, gradually, shy of the moon was revealed half a face plate. Half a moon to climb up, how quiet, alone in the desert