又是杏花雨,衣欲湿,心也欲湿。漫步浔阳江畔,蝶儿翩翩,翻飞我经久的落寞。日落花残,不忍问佳期。曾经浪漫的怀想,也许就是这片片落红,随风而去,随雨而逝。它穿过柏枝铺就的门楣,穿过梦的长廊;它穿过心,去神的殿堂,点燃那曾被雨季打湿的烛。此度菊花胜往年,而今,谁为我预订那缤 It is an apricot rain, with a wet clothing and a wet heart. Walk along the banks of the Xiangyang River, Diedie, fly my long-lost desolate. When the sunset flower is broken, we can’t bear to ask the best time. Once romantic thoughts may have been that this film has fallen, gone with the wind, and died with the rain. It passed through the berth-paved threshold and passed through the corridor of dreams. It passed through the heart and went to the temple of God to light the candle that had been wet by the rainy season. This time, Chrysanthemum was a win in the past. Now, who is booking for me?