Month of round of bright slowly the Liu Sao on float. The moon of cold and cheerless scatters on the ground to as if to be ignited by the night fair of like a raging fire, taking the breath that lofty or bottomless thes word of mortals; Flickering tree shadow is like a dance crazy wild woman, companion is worn 1000 turn boundless cicada cries, loaf about in the busy streets that person bearer goes to.
一轮皓月缓缓浮上柳梢。冷清的月光散落在地上仿佛被如火如荼的夜市点燃，带着万丈红尘的气息；摇曳的树影如位舞得痴狂的女子，伴着千转无穷的蝉鸣，游荡在人来人往的闹市。
Step into this lane, was shaken by buckish boast eye. The eave of sedulous archaize and multicoloured electronic lamp photograph blend, be like the tweedle of Ling of the Ling like Qing Quan, the contemporary rock-and-roll Xiang Heming of the Lei Ban that be like Jing, even gradually thick lunar illumination arrives to be shown slightly here bashful. I sighed gently, the atmosphere that is overdone by this enthusiasm makes a noise so that some headache, was obliged to quicken a pace, to the heavy head —— of here one establishs Yu Miao insignificant to mist and clouds in, element has the say academy of classical learning of ” of palace of “ sky white jade to go.
踏进这条小巷，便被浮华耀晃了眼。刻意仿古的屋檐与五光十色的电子灯相交融，如清泉般泠泠的琴声，如惊雷般的现代摇滚乐相和鸣，连渐浓的月光照到此处都略显羞涩。我轻轻叹了口气，被这热情过头的气氛吵得有些头疼，只得加快了脚步，向此地的重头——一座立于渺渺烟霭中，素有“天上白玉宫”之称的书院走去。
Cross into by praise in the doorsill that acoustical load one's writing with fancy phrases becomes, ramble weighs a wall to fall at upturned eaves, finding place of voice noisy and confused, rambling ground of lights brightly lit, I can't help shaking my head again, here scene is admittedly excellent, but ebullient some are beyond the mark, hard to avoid made a person lose interest. Did not know to circle a few heavy temples again, the sound swoon that makes a person distracted, in Fu of Fu of Fu of a Fu , got a paragraph of Yi to prattle ah sound of a general term for a certain two stringed bowed instruments, hear voice and go, cross a arch, it is in willow is supple in showed a the truth of sth. .
跨进由赞美声堆砌成的门槛中，漫步于飞檐重壁下，寻着人声鼎沸处，逛着灯火通明地，我不由得又摇了摇头，此地景致固然绝妙，但热情洋溢的有些过分了，难免令人失了兴致。不知又绕了几重殿，令人心烦意乱的声音渐渐消失了，在一阵窸窸窣窣中，钻出了一段咿咿呀呀的胡琴声，闻声而走，穿过一道拱门，它在杨柳依依中显出了庐山真面目。
White moon is aspersed in a Zhu Ting, dizzy give every piece smooth vague impression, on the small Zhu Ting of this of primitive simplicity, reveal “ old hidden from view to be enraged at the blame celestial being of city ” , it ases if is an ice crystal in blaze, the night with dense together, bend a gentle, magnanimous light, in booth, the girl that a dress Chinese is taken is pulling Hu Qin composedly.
洁白的月光洒在一座竹亭中，晕出片片光影，在这座古朴的小竹亭上，流露出“大隐于市”的谪仙气场，它仿佛是烈火中的一块冰晶，与浓重的夜一起，折出温和、坦荡的光，在亭中，有一位穿着汉服的姑娘自若的拉着胡琴。
I have slightly some questioningly, put light foot full marks / for fear that disturbed this picturesque setting.
我微微有些诧异，放轻了步调满分/生怕打扰了这如画场景。
She is an a little petite girl, idle sits in Zhu Ting, light draw is hanging a smile on the face of powdery black, pitch-black hair shakes loose with cabinet pace dish after the head, wear with bright and clear moon set each other off, in so very grave night, distribute not clear dividing line temporarily, only the overflow in the eye of summary narrow one's eyes gave light, moonish kind bright.
她是个有些娇小的姑娘，闲坐于竹亭中，轻描粉黛的脸上挂着笑意，乌黑的发松散地用小巧的步摇盘于脑后，与皎洁的月光相映着，在这样深重的夜里，一时分不清界限，只有略眯的眼睛中漾出了光，如月般明亮。
The acoustical noise all round ases if disappeared, coagulate was in her happy in, the 100 melody that turn folded soft bowel a Pianyueguang, stroke unexpectedly made the same score me to move restlessly because of hubbub uneasy mood. The exclaim in my heart unceasingly, dare not interrupt the elegant play of this girl, the silent audition after standing in booth only is worn, tree shadow still dance, cicada cries as before, as if between heaven and earth remnant this one booth, , in January.
周围的声嘈仿佛消失了，都凝在了她的乐中，柔肠百转的曲调折成了一片片月光，竟抚平了我因尘嚣而躁动不安的心绪。我心中惊叹不已，未敢打断这姑娘的雅奏，只站在亭后静静的听着，树影仍舞，蝉鸣依旧，仿佛天地间只剩这一亭、一曲、一月。
Music eventually the person will come loose, the girl packed up Hu Qin, stroke smooth garment to knit. When I think she will leave gently, she turns the head however, one saluted toward me, in slowly walk along hubbub, accompanying month of clear and bright one case, became the moonbeam that dust does not catch in busy streets.
曲终人将散，姑娘收起了胡琴，抚平衣皱。当我认为她将轻轻离去时，她却将头一转，朝我行了一礼，在缓缓走入尘嚣，伴着皎月一起，成了闹市中不染尘埃的月光。
Her body is in in this world, however stand aloof this world, the laugh that uses extremely self-confident, Qing Chun and elegant, lovely music pacified a lights blatant in the soul that nowhere makes his home. As if no matter she is in where personally, remote mountains it may not be a bad idea, busy streets, if be in Zhu Ting,can play musical instrument leisurely general, face everything composedly. Moon is like surely in her heart the chasteness like and easy, tenderness and calm.
她身处尘世中，却又超脱尘世，用极自信、清纯的笑和优雅、妩媚的曲安抚了一个灯火喧嚣中无处安身的魂灵。仿佛她无论身处何处，深山也好，闹市也罢，都能如在竹亭中悠闲的拉琴一般，自若的面对一切。她心中定有如月光般的纯洁和从容，温柔与平静。
Gentle breeze stroke crosses Liu Sao, the bright moon as before alone Gao Xuan at night, tree shadow returns indefatigable dance to wear, cicada cries gradually overblown already however, remnant some pure moon, asperse in as before on the busy streets of lights brightly lit, she be the same as the moon of every piece Wen Run one case, greet my heart, extensive removes Ming Yi.
微风拂过柳梢，明月依旧孤独的高悬于夜，树影还不知疲倦舞着，蝉鸣却已渐渐停息了，只剩些纯洁的月光，洒在依旧灯火通明的闹市上，她同片片温润的月光一起，映入我心，泛起明漪。(文/吴馨雨)