她——李清照,一个婉约柔美的女子,从春日的繁花中走来,却在这初夏的风中悄然离去。倚遍栏杆从希望开始,却总是失望,最后绝望,然而,她依旧想再次唤醒心中执著的等待。终究放不下那浅浅的哀愁,浓浓的相思。她尝试着唤醒心中的等待。在这个夏末秋至的时节,驾一叶兰舟,轻解罗裳,却发现玉簟已凉,凉透了那颗支离破碎的心。荷花已凋,只剩下光秃秃的老茎在空中摇曳,再也看不到昔日“接天莲叶无穷碧”的盛貌。一片肃杀冷静的景象,显得颓唐荒芜。微风不断,却怎么也驱不散她身上那浓浓的哀愁。只见愁绪 She - Li Qingzhao, a graceful feminine woman, came from the flowers of the spring day, but quietly left in the early summer wind. Relying on the railing from hope, but always disappointed, and finally desperate, however, she still wanted to once again awakened the hearts of persistent. After all, lethal shallow sadness, thick Acacia. She tried to awaken the waiting in the heart. Autumn season in the late summer, driving a leaf blue boat, resolute Rosary, but found jade 簟 has been cool, cool through the fragmented heart. Lotus has withered, leaving only the bare old stems swaying in the air, never see the old A scene of chilling calm, seem desolate barren. Constant breeze, but how also drive her body that thick sorrow. I saw melancholy