夜静下来,一轮明月当空悬着,月华似水,风儿也凉浸浸的。张昌宗披一身月色,坐在老城墙上很久了,木雕泥塑一般,两手握拳搁在膝头,腰板挺直,微微仰着脸儿,蹙眉凝神。月光下,他的脑海里一片纷乱,如同城墙下那株龙爪古槐,枝桠屈曲,盘旋垂于残破的堞垛上。古槐姿态没有规矩,乱枝横生,花叶稠疏无序。相传辛亥革命那年,龙爪槐遭雷电劫难,一半树身枯死,所以现在看来,它极像一位弓腰驼背乱发狂髯的老翁。张昌宗脸上落下几粒槐花,他捏着放到嘴 Night calm down, a bright moon hung empty, Yuet Wah water, the wind is also cool dip. Zhang Changzong draped a moonlight, sitting on the wall of the old city for a long time, wood sculpture in general, with both hands resting on his knees, back straight, slightly raised his face, frowning. Moonlight, his mind a chaos, such as the ancient city under the dragon Claw Pagoda, twig buckling, circling hanging on the broken stack. Gu Huai attitude no rules, random branches, mosaic thick disorderly. Legend has it that the Revolution of 1911, Longjiaohuai thunder and lightning catastrophe, half of the tree dead, so now it seems very much like a grumpy man. Zhang Changzong face a few drops of Sophora japonica, he pinched to the mouth