等待十五,圆月。天香楼。我举起杯中酒对着窗外的西斜的圆月,朦胧的月光穿过窗棂照映下来。琥珀色的酒液中仿佛埋葬着无数道惨白的剑光。我一仰头,一饮而尽。温暖的酒液暖暖地流入了喉咙深处。窗外,月光下江水粼粼,秋风凉如江水。江面上,精致华丽的船舫渐渐地少了,喧哗的人声逐渐消失了。我等的人一直都没有出现。我等一个女人。从月上梢头到月西斜,我灌下了一杯一杯的陈年老酒。 Wait for fifteen, full moon. Tianxiang Building. I lifted my glass of wine to the full moon outside the window, and the bright moonlight shines through the window. In the amber liquor, it seems to be buried with numerous pale swords. I raised my head and drank it. The warm liquor flows warmly into the throat. Outside the window, under the moonlight, the river is cold, and the autumn wind is as cool as the river. On the river surface, the exquisite and gorgeous ship’s mast is gradually reduced, and the screaming of the cymbals gradually disappears. The people I waited for did not appear. I wait for a woman. From the top of the moon to the moon, I poured a glass of old wine.