翻开那本厚重的历史,聆听两宋王朝的金戈铁马,硝烟久久在我的耳畔回荡。疾风骤雨,那个被马蹄与车印踏得支离破碎的宋王朝,是谁的身影在牵动我的目光。不知从什么时候开始,我迷恋上了你的词。每每品读你的词,都禁不住想你到底是一个怎样的女子?是否有着飘雪般的仪容和落叶般的惆怅?不然你如何将愁苦写在词中,又越千年的时光,如梦般拨动我们的心弦。 Turn over that heavy history and listen to the Jin Ge iron horse of the Song Dynasty. The smoke of cigarettes echoed in my ear for a long time. The swift and violent showers, the figure of the Song dynasty that was broken by the horse’s hoof and the car’s stamp, were the shadows of the people who were affecting my eyes. I do not know when I started, I fell in love with your word. Every time you read your word, you can’t help but wonder what kind of woman you are. Whether you have a snow-like appearance and defoliation, or how you wrote it in your words, the more millennium time, the dream-like dial Move our heartstrings.