清晨,坐在老藤椅上,泡一壶清茶,捧一卷厚厚的《红楼梦》,心中顿时升起了一种别样的情愫。迎面的微风掺和着花草的馨香,轻轻掠过我的鼻尖,又氤氲到我的发际旁。不由得,我渐渐地离开了尘嚣,走进了书的世界。秋雨梧桐,寂寞深院。痛惜痛惜,何痛何惜!那份初见宝玉的羞涩原是你如痴如醉的甜蜜,如今却成为了你刺心裂肺的伤痛。“侬今葬花人笑痴,他年藏侬知是 Early morning, sitting in an old wicker chair, soak a pot of tea, holding a thick ”Dream of Red Mansions“, my heart suddenly raised a different kind of love. The breeze on the head blended with the fragrance of the flowers, brushing lightly over my tip of the nose and catching my hairline. Can not help but, I gradually left the hubbub, into the book world. Autumn Indus, lonely deep courtyard. Unfortunately, deprecation, what painful pity! That initial gem shy original sweet mesmerizing you, but now it has become your thorn heartache. ”Lennon at the funeral ridiculous people, he yearning Nong know