There was an empty silence all around. In the moonlight, the old tree close to ancient times looks a little lonely. The empty but enchanting branches, dancing in the wind, can not help but feel a little sad. Everything, in the moonlight, gradually fell asleep for thousands of years. However, the bug is still singing the aria, which inevitably adds a bit of sadness to this night. This is, the moon serenades to the window of Iraq. This Iraqi woman is dignified and charming, with two curved eyebrows and a pair of affectionate eyes. At the moment, she is sitting in front of the mirror, looking at herself in the ancient mirror, with tears streaming down her face. She cried because the person she loved left here and went somewhere else, but there was no news. Every night when the moon rises, she will sob silently in the room behind her back. Hearing the cry, people felt pity, but they felt a kind of pain in their hearts. The flowers withered, the grass withered and the birds groaned. Tonight, looking at the moon, she can't help but miss it. The moonlight is as cold as tears. It is also like a melodious and sad old song, which is heartbreaking after listening. Yes! But who knows her dark and gloomy heart, this sentimental love ...
At this moment, a little play "Just for you as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, like water passing by ....." came from afar intermittently, and a sentence in Peony Pavilion evoked the endless yearning of Iraqis. I can't help but remind her: "When flowers fall into the water, there are many kinds of leisure ..."
Tonight, the moon stars are rare.