我愿意时光就这样慢下来。慢,慢。等月出东方,一点橙红的微霞,牵引出一轮水洗的玉盘。夜色悄然退去,浅浅波痕在月光里轻荡,花瓣一点点打开,芬芳逶迤而来。时光静好,从指缝间慢慢流泻。谁衣袂飘飘,在富春楼上,微启舷窗。那扇窗,曾被缥缈的杏花烟雨湮湿过,被飒飒的秋风微叩过,望过羽扇纶巾的背影,聆听过草堂夜半的怀忧。今夜,月光的帘幕轻启,半窗桂香,半窗丝竹,透出经年的等待。用花蕊的露水,泡一壶春思流泻的春茶,清纯的梦想依然挂着豆蔻的泪,我鲜亮的嘴唇不 I am willing to time to slow down so. Slow, slow. Waiting for the East, a little orange red Xia, pull out a washed jade plate. Quietly receded night, shallow marks in the moonlight light swing, petals a little bit open, fragrant wander. Time is quiet, slowly flowing from the fingers. Who Yi Mei fluttering, upstairs in Fuchun, micro Kai porthole. That window, had been staggering apricot misty rain annihilation, was whispered autumn rustling over, looking over the back of the fan-shaped towel, listening to the cottage half night worries. Tonight, the moonlight curtain light Kai, half window cinnamon, half-length bamboo, revealing years of waiting. Stamens dew, soak a pot of spring tea, the pure dream is still hanging cardamom tears, my bright lips do not