留声清越,古琴叮咚,这是丝竹的声音;涛声澎湃,水声潺潺,这是水的声音。读红楼,不仅要看,还要用心去听。倾听那烟雨红楼的独韵。秋雨黛玉。你怜惜池中的残荷,你珍爱凋落的花朵。大观园里除了你,还有谁会有如此的情,如此的泪。窗外的修竹,血迹斑斑,是不是你的眼泪将它渲染了呢?一 The sound is clear, the guqin quack, this is the sound of silk and bamboo; the sound of the sound of the waves, the sound of water, this is the sound of water. Reading the Red Building not only depends on it, but also listens carefully. Listen to the unique rhyme of that dry red building. Autumn rain jade. You pity the remnant charge in the pool, and you cherish the fallen flowers. In addition to you in the Grand View Garden, who else will have such feelings, such tears. The bamboo outside the window is stained with blood. Is your tears rendering it?