那月光到了秋天越发明亮,云母屏风后的女子一夜未眠,听檐间铁马的秋声。物换星移,阻隔他们的长河水却丝毫没有变得清浅。金鱼状的锁也将鲜妍芬芳的春天隔断,绣着鸳鸯的被褥仿佛已堆积了千古的尘埃,他故地重游,知道她已去得久了。旧日小苑也成了路人往来的长道,多少繁华沦为沧桑,千古盛衰倏忽易变,亡国的陈后主为赞美张、孔而作的《玉树后庭花》也就不必再唱。他想她比那些美人更美好:她弹拨瑶琴,安和琴音暗藏幽 That moonlight brighter and brighter autumn, the woman behind the mica screen did not sleep overnight, listening to the autumn sound of iron railings between the eaves. Things for the stars, blocking the long river but they did not become superficial. Goldfish-like lock Xiangyan fragrance will also be cut off in spring, embroidered with mandarin duck bedding seems to have deposited the eternal dust, he revisits the place, knowing she has gone for a long time. The old court has become a long road to passersby, how much prosperity into a vicissitudes of life, ebb and flow ups and downs, suddenly change, the fallen king Chen praise for Zhang, Kong made for the “Yushu backyard flowers” will no longer sing. He thought she was better than those beautiful people: she plucked Yaoji, Ann and Qin tone hidden secluded