清梦初歇更漏,明月独倚危楼。花谢香褪无人收。目畔水作泪,心上秋写愁。西风不裁红袖,皑雪偏上白头。乌飞兔走几时休?韶光还依旧,不为少年留。——《临江仙》当窗外的暮色悄悄蔓延,月光柔情地倾向窗帘,我轻轻推开门扉,去寻一缕夜的悠远。踱过院中的花圃,菊花正渐渐开败,几片金黄在萧索中分外耀眼。晚风微寒,谱出了一曲祭奠,送给这个即将远去的秋天。拾起一片落叶,抓住最后一抹季节的伤感,凝在笔尖,写下了这首《临江仙》。 Dreams more early break, the moon alone lean buildings. Flowers thank faded nobody received. Head water for tears, heart sad worry. Westerly cut red sleeve, snow on the white head. When Wufei rabbit off? Shaoguang still still, not for juvenile stay. - “Linjiang Xian” When the twilight quietly spread outside the window, the moonlight tendentiously inclined curtains, I gently opened the door to find a ray of the distant night. Arranging in the garden nursery, chrysanthemums are gradually defeated, a few pieces of golden in the desolate exceptionally dazzling. The evening breezes were a bit cold, and a memorial was made to give this autumn which will soon go away. Pick up a leaf, seize the last touch of sentimental season, condensate in the pen, wrote the song “Linjiang Xian.”