(一)勾勒眉角的笔在手上细细描摹,花影重叠的衣在灯下慢慢拉长,锣鼓已响,他起了身。正是微云孤月,轻风徐徐。伊人摇着莲步,踏着明月,缓缓向台中走去。那背影旁是雕栏玉砌,那衣袂上是平金绣云,那眉目间是点绛秋水,那眼眸里是三世迷离,那流在气息韵致里的,是纸醉金迷的大唐盛世。她轻启朱唇,声音幽柔清淡,有不食烟火的寂寞空寥。 (A) pen outline sketching in his hand, a detailed description of the overlapping garments in the light under the lamp slowly elongated, percussion has been, he got up. It is the cloud alone, breeze slowly. Iraqis shake the lotus, marching the moon, walked slowly to Taichung. Next to the back is a carved jade carving, that Yi Mei is a flat gold embroidered cloud, that eyebrows is some Jiangshuishui, that pupil is the third blur, that flow in the aura of charm, is a golden savior of the Tang Dynasty. She gently Kai lips, soft and gentle voice, there are lonely deserted fireworks empty.