夜色迷离,孤月悬空,月华如水,悄然浸满窗楣,投到书架上。我抽出藏在角落里的一本书,轻轻摩挲着书本,掸去积着的灰尘,思绪回到了十年前。也是这样的一个月夜,月色很美。月亮洒下淡淡的一片光晕,树叶像喝了惬意的月光酒,将自己的影子映在墙上,在风中微微摇曳着。久在外地工作的外公回家了,他拿出两本泛黄的古书,书角都已经卷起,一些书页也已经残缺,外公微笑着摸我的头:“囡囡,这两本《古文观止》是我爷爷传给我的,他当年考上秀才,十分博学,现在我也把它们传给你,要好好保存啊!”他翻开书,说:“我给你念一篇 Blurred night, lone month vacant, Yuet Wah water, quietly soaked window lintel, cast to the shelves. I pulled out a book hidden in the corner, gently rubbed the book, dusted the dust, thinking back ten years ago. It is also a month and night, the moon is beautiful. The moon shed a faint halo of leaves like drinking moonlight wine, his shadow on the wall, swaying in the wind. A long time working in the field, the grandfather came home, he took out two yellowed ancient books, book corners have been rolled up, some pages have also been incomplete, my grandfather smiled and touched my head: ”囡 囡, these two“ Gu Zhi ”is my grandfather passed to me, when he was admitted to a scholar, very knowledgeable, and now I also pass them to you, to be well preserved ah!“ He opened the book and said: ”I read you a