月儿挂在树梢,清辉透过窗子,淡淡地洒在床上。这情景,使我不禁想起那“床前明月光……低头思故乡”的千古名句来。以往每晚辗转难眠,身边总有妈妈温柔的臂膀,耳边也总有妈妈温柔的话语。此时,当我独自躺在学校宿舍的床上时,感到无边的孤独和无助向我袭来……才总算体会到诗人当时的心境。向窗外望去,啊,月色好美!那一弯朗润的月,像一只小小的银船,在 Children hung in the treetops, Ching Fai through the window, lightly sprinkled on the bed. This scene, so I can not help but think of that “bedtime moon ... ... bow down hometown,” the eternal story. In the past every night sleepless, always have gentle arms around her mom, my mother always have gentle words. At this moment, when I was lying alone on the bed in the school dormitory, I felt boundless loneliness and helplessness struck me ... I finally realized the poet’s mood at that time. Looked out the window, ah, the moonlight beautiful! That curved and moist month, like a little silver boat, at