睡前百叶窗没关，刚刚耀眼的中秋月把我从恶梦中照醒，我就半睡半醒地侧卧，看着月亮一格、一格地落下去了，这种感觉好奇特！并且我严重怀疑前苏联诗人李白写“床前明月光”就是这种场景。

    没事，橱柜里还有两块月饼。

Some say love it is a river, That drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor, That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is a hunger, An endless aching need
I say love it is a flower, And you it''s only seed

It''s the heart afraid of breaking, That never learns to dance
It''s the dream afraid of waking, That never takes the chance

It's the one who won''t be taken, Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying, That never learns to live

And the night has been too lonely, And the road has been too long.
And you think that love is only, For the lucky and the strong.
Just remember in the winter, Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun''s love, In the spring, becomes a rose.