远离京都十五年,梦中也不能忘怀的,永是那波光粼粼中的北海白塔和四周环绕的绿树红墙。 又是孟夏时节,暖风吹走了恼人的尘沙,和煦的阳光呈现出向日葵的金红。环绕岸边的柳丝摇曳飘忽,既有离人的别愁,又有重逢的欢愉。“此夜曲中闻折柳,何人不起故园情?”当年告别白塔,有童真的幼稚,也有火热的激情;而当命运之神将我们先后召回白塔脚下,已是年过而立,事业无成。耳边再次响起谪 Away from Kyoto fifteen years, the dream can not forget, is always the sparkling white tower in the North Sea and surrounded by green trees red walls. It is also Mengxi season, the warm wind blew away the annoying dust, warm sunshine sunflower gold red. Liu Si wandering around the shore swaying, both from the people do not worry, but also happy reunion. “Nocturne in the nocturnes, who can not afford the garden?” Then bid farewell to the White Tower, childlike innocence, but also fiery passion; and when the fate of the god of the earth we have recalled at the foot of the White Pagoda, is over the years, the cause No success. Ear sounded again 谪