时光在寂冷中淡漠,人事在无常中聚散。用花木作词牌,以雨露为韵脚,吟风月当字句。散一把红豆,绣一幅断肠人在天涯,数一数人比黄花瘦。一纸苍凉,半生悲戚。此情无计可消除,才下眉头,却上心头。短短一阙词,虽只是寥寥数笔,却在那些起伏的平仄中,某个切合的瞬间,触动心弦。李清照的词,不炫技、不夺目。只那一句“物是人非事事休,欲语泪先流”便叫多少人为之动容。食去重肉,衣去重彩,繁华散尽,末了只不过是赴了一场颠沛流离的尘世苦旅,才知人生如梦如嬉戏。上天似是与她开了一场玩笑,赐她前半世优容浮华, Time is indifferent indifference, personnel gathered in impermanence. Use flowers as a card to rain as rhyme, Yinfengyue when the words. Scattered a red bean, embroidered a heartbroken man in the End of the World, a few people than the yellow thin. A piece of paper desolate, half-dead grief. This situation can not be eliminated, only under the brow, but in my heart. A short phrase, although only a few pen, but in those ups and downs of flat, a coincidence of the moment, touch the heart. Li Qingzhao’s words, do not show off skills, not eye-catching. Only one sentence “thing is a non-human thing off, tears of urgency ” called how many people for it. Food to heavy meat, clothing to heavy color, flourishing, the end is just go to a worldly journey of life, I realized life as a dream play. God seems to have had a joke with her, giving her the first half of Yung Rong vanity,