一盏离愁,孤单地伫立在天边。凝霜的地面恰似一方仄仄的荧屏,那一抹哀伤的背影碎了一地。黑夜的伤,是王弗夜夜的针线也无法缝补的凄婉。“缺月挂疏桐,漏断人初静。谁见幽人独往来,缥缈孤鸿影。惊起却回头,有恨无人省。拣尽寒枝不肯栖,寂寞沙洲冷。”这轮东坡的明月,曾站在离这颗冰蓝色星球最远处。蓝色,疏离而微寒的颜色。远望着世间的寒冷,东坡试着遗忘那个在捕风捉影的文字剥削中偏离人生的自我,然而那沁骨的凉啊,沁入心脏,沉淀在月光里。也许吧,东坡别样的情 A worry, lonely standing on the horizon. Frost on the ground like a square screen, that touch of sad back broken. Night injury, is the night of Wang Fu needlework can not be sewn sad. “Lack of the moon hanging dredge, missed the beginning of the quiet people .When you see the quiet people alone, scapegoat ghost .Shadow turned back, hate no one province. ”This round of the moon on the east slope, had stood in the furthest from the ice blue planet. Blue, alienated and slightly cold color. Looking far into the cold world, Dongpo tried to forget the self that has deviated from life in the exploitative writing explorations. However, the deep bones of Qin are soaked into the heart and settled in the moonlight. Maybe, different kind of love