清辉洒满庭中,婆娑的竹影在萧瑟的秋风中飘摇。窗前时不时飘过几片枯黄的落叶,打着旋儿,飘起来又落下,似乎对这个世界还有一丝眷顾。瑟瑟的寒风,凄凉的抽泣声时断时续。昏暗的孤灯下,一双疲惫的眼睛端详着这个冷清的世界。曾经笑靥 Qing Hui sprinkled court, whirling bamboo shadows in the bleak autumn wind swaying. From time to time in front of the window drifting a few pieces of yellow leaves, the name of spinners, floating and falling, it seems there is a trace of blessing on this world. The whistling cold wind, the dismal sobbing intermittent. Dim solitary lights, a pair of tired eyes looked at this deserted world. Have a laugh