月光是月亮的天使,托着青丝垂直到人的窗前,撩拨着人的心绪与情思。青丝缥缥缈缈,飘过了多少春秋,聆听了多少低吟。月饱满情怀的青丝化作一弯钩,清辉照在“无言独上西楼”的亡国之君的窗台,李煜望着欲坠的弯钩,低吟着“小楼昨夜又东风”“雕栏 Moonlight is the angel of the moon. Holding the black silk perpendicular to the window of the human person, the human mind and sentiment are drawn. There was a lot of whispering in the spring, autumn, and autumn. The Qingshui full of emotions makes a hook. Qing Hui shines on the window sill of the dying kingdom where there is no word to be alone in the West Building. Li Yu looks at the hook that is about to fall, whispering, “The small building was again an east wind last night.” Carved