临窗，一张古色的琴横在案上。香炉里的檀香似有似无，袅袅娜娜地飘向窗外便融入鸟语花香之中了。　　女子又独自坐在案前，长发松松地绾着，眉峰微蹙，眼底眉尖笼着淡淡的轻愁，使她的美丽看起来高贵而迷离，像一支盛开于十丈红尘之外的百合。　　她抬起手开始弹奏，手指纤长 At the window, a patina of the piano is on the case. The sandalwood in the censer seemed like nothing, and she floated out of the window and into the scent of flowers. The woman sat alone again in front of the case, her long hair loosely squeaking, the peak of her eyebrows slightly sloping, her eyes lightly swaying in the brows of her eyebrows, making her beauty look noble and blurred, like a flower that bloomed outside the Shizhang Red Dust. Lily. She raised her hand and began to play, fingers long