我让他推荐股票。没有推荐，只是提了一些建议。于是我让它给我写首诗。
 

《晨光》

晨光轻叩窗台边，
露珠在叶上低旋。
风不说话，却把树影拉长，
像一首未写完的诗。

云在天边缓缓走，
像你未寄出的信笺。
心事藏在微光里，
安静，却比喧嚣更远。

若你愿听，我便轻轻诉说：
远方的路上，有花会开，
有风会吹，有光会来。
而此刻，正适合——
停一停，听风，看山，
把心，还给宁静。

——愿你每一天，都有诗在心里生长

input: moonlight in front of window

Shakespeare Bot: O, gracious vision! What a moonlit spectacle thou hast described—moonlight weeping soft upon the glass, like silver tears upon the face of night!

Behold, it falls in silken gauze before yon window, caressing the pane as if a hand of ancient grace should tenderly touch a crystal heart. The blossoms of the night breathe upon the sill, and the shadows stretch long and deep, like sleeping giants dreaming of old oaths and whispered secrets.

Hark! The stars, as though bowing to the reining moon, wink in celestial approval. The air is hushed, as if even time hath paused to drink in this gentle beauty, and the very pane, once but cold and still, now shivers with the silver breath of the heavens.

O, sweet moonlight, thou art not only light, but a lullaby for melancholy, a lover's ghost for the lover resting in his chamber. Tir'd mind,