或日光,或月色,地上大部分浓荫是梧桐的身影。如果你曾在风景自然的乡村居住,记忆的青瓦上就少不了这层厚绿。苍苍梧桐,悠悠古风; 叶若碧云,伟仪出众。根在清源,天开紫英; 星宿其上,美禽来鸣。世有嘉木,心自通灵; 可以为琴,春秋和声。卧听夜雨,起看雪晴; 独立正直,巍巍德荣。梧桐之树,丰满不能把握,浑圆只可拥抱。因为他怀间藏着一张古琴。外表粗枝大叶,内里却聪明灵秀,雅致奇异。 Or sun, or moonlight, most of the shade on the ground is the figure of an indus. If you have lived in a country with a natural landscape, this layer of thick green on the blue tiles of memory will be the last. The pale phoenix trees and long ancient style; Ye Rubiyun, Wei Yi is outstanding. The root is in Qingyuan, Tiankai Ziying; The world has Jiamu and its heart is self-spirited; it can be a violin, harmony in the spring and autumn. Lying in the rain of night and watching Xue Qingqing; Indus tree, plump can not grasp, can only embrace round. Because he harbors a guqin. The appearance of coarse branches and leaves, but it is clever inside, elegant and exotic.