花开正好无颜色,多少容颜在等待中凋落。花开正好,只衬得容颜老,如何?红尘离恨,即在云荒。九州之境,天地之间,是离恨天。云荒是漂浮其间的小岛,无根无源。残更,烛影摇红。冷风袭窗,清凉苏骨,吹翻了紫檀木案上的书,泛黄书面上,依稀三个篆体字“云荒境”。伏案人惊醒,缓缓抬头,烛火摇曳在她迷离的眼波中。拾起书,轻轻拂去灰尘。卷睫间,一片桃瓣飘落掌心。她轻笑,叹道:“是东风么?”眼光潋 Blooming just no color, how much face waiting in the fall. Blossom is just right, only the lining of the old, how? Red Hate away from hate, that is, the cloud shortage. Kyushu territory, between heaven and earth, is away from hating day. Cloud shortage is floating during the island, rootless and passive. Remnants of the candle shadows red. Cold wind hit the window, cool and bones, turned over the book rosewood case, yellowed on the surface, faint three seal characters “cloud wasteland ”. The desk was awakened, slowly looking up, candlelight swaying in her blurred eye wave. Pick up the book, gently brush the dust. Volume of eyelashes, a palm falls palm. She chuckle, sighed: “What is the East?” "Vision 潋