天凉了,烧一小炉,温壶老酒,摆两方青花杯子,歪在一个能歪的地方,谈谈风花雪月,真是好。一个人,难了,只能喝闷酒,伤身伤神。人多了也不好,多了累,打量揣摩够了,却该散了。两个人,最好,哪怕不说话,不谈,静默的空气里也有了人世,云烟,无边的景致,虚的幻梦,想的空透,倒却是含了温度可摸一下碰一下的,实实在在的海市蜃楼。 It was so cold that it was good to have a small stove, a pot of warm wine and a blue-and-white cup placed on both sides of a crooked place. A person, hard, can only drink boring, hurt the wounds. More people are not good, more tired, looking to try to figure out enough, but the scattered. Two people, the best, even if you do not speak, talk about, silent world has also been in the world, cloudless, boundless scenery, imaginary dreams, think of empty, but it contains a touch of touch to the touch of reality Really mirage.