南唐亡了,顷刻间,一切灰飞烟灭。你只是独自登上高楼,望着那一轮明月,望着家的方向。无言,静默。我合上史书,叹了口气:南唐金陵在金戈铁马过后,只剩孤城一座。突闻耳旁游丝般的微颤:“剪不断,理还乱,是离愁。别是一般滋味在心头。”不觉那轻响已隐于微风中,寻无踪迹。薇 Nantang died, an instant, all ashes. You just boarded the tall building alone, looking at the moon, looking at the direction of the house. Silent, silent. I closed the history book, sighed: Nan Tang Jinling Iron Horse in the Ge, after leaving only a solitary city. Suddenly ear whisper-like tremor: “Cut constantly, chaos, is sad. Not the general taste in my heart. ” Unconsciously that light sound has been hidden in the breeze, looking no trace. Wei