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多少次,推开游子的轩窗,看见的是它;多少次,打开思妇的妆奁,散落的是它;壮士策马,四野杀声响彻沙场,它同剑尖征伐;美人描眉,青铜镜里绿鬓朱颜,它共牡丹流华;才子登阁,生宣皎白徽墨玄黑,它随箫声入画。那月色渗入泥土下,揉进脂粉中,浸在水墨里,辗转上下五千年,染过汗青三万册,看过人世悲欢几亿场;它是李青莲席上的对答之人,是姜白石梦里的聆笛之客,
How many times, open the wandering Xuan window, see it; how many times, open the makeup of the woman, scattered it is; warrior war horses, four wild murderous sound rescued battlefield, it tip with the tip conquest; Bronze mirror in the green 鬓 Zhu Yen, a total of Peony lua; genius Gordon House, Health declared white ink Bai Xuan black, it with the Xiao sound into the painting. That moonlight into the soil under the moon, knead into the powder, immersed in the ink, was removed five thousand years, dyed thirty thousand copies of history, saw hundreds of millions of world life sadness; it is Li Qinglian seats on the answer who Jiang Baishi dream of the flute guests,