盛唐的月光
                                    被诗意浸透
                                    定是皎洁无匹
                                    那颗多情的心
                                    随月光流浪
                                    如青烟迷茫
                                    游子的心
                                    与故乡贴的最近
                                    在这醉人的秋夜
                                    最宜于思念故乡
                                    可心儿总是渴望远方
                                    想要找到那梦中的安详
                                    黎明的脚步
                                    已踩碎了露珠
                                    那可爱的人儿啊
                                    如这青烟袅袅
                                    空剩下一派苍茫