一步上桥就有一步凌空的感觉,思想的网被切断了,一切的负担都卸了,只余下空洞的躯壳,面对那仰首可亲的明月,伸手可触的桥栏,俯首可见的碧水,和碧水中稀疏的朦胧的灯影。水风欢欣地爬上桥面来,柔柔地梳理人的 One step on the bridge there is a feeling of volley, the thought of the net was cut off, all the unloading of the burden, leaving only the hollow body, facing the first kiss of the moon, reach the bridge can be seen, bowed to the visible Clear water, and sparse water in the dim shadow of light. Water wind joyfully climb the bridge deck, softly combing people