风摇枝叶,雨泣残红,雪欺衰草,深院锁玲珑。芳魂消耗,空闺只影,美人迟暮,游子泣秋风。温婉灵秀,小家碧玉,壮士未归,深院锁清秋。一也许太多的锦衣玉食足以掩盖你生前的坎坷际遇,你淡然一笑,任一湾浅愁融入夜的温柔。望着单飞的鹤影,一丝寄人篱下的伤感悄然掠过,你拖着自己沉重的翅膀,幻想成为一只改变自我的雨燕。寂寞庭院把你灿若石榴的笑靥种植成一瀑生机盎然的青藤,渴望让所有抑郁的心灵都能在梦中 The wind shakes the leaves and leaves, the crest of the rain cries, the snow is bullied by the grass, and the deep court locks out the exquisiteness. Fantasy soul consumption, empty only shadow, beauty is late, wandering autumn. Wen Xi Ling Xiu, Xiao Jia Biyu, the warrior did not return, Shen Yuanqing. One may be too much to cover your rough chances before you were born. You smiled indifferently. Looking at the solitary crane shadow, a trace of sentimentality passes under the fence. You drag your own heavy wings, and you fantasize about becoming a Swift that changes itself. Lonely garden grows your smile like a pomegranate into a waterfall full of vitality, eager to let all depressed hearts in the dream