上元节夜间,我梦见了老友女作家沉樱,不知道是从哪里来,又是在什么地方相逢的?只清晰的记得她闪电似的突然出现在我面前,穿一件素花绸旗袍。微笑着拥抱我,我热情地去抚摸她的手臂,不觉惊叫了一声道:“沈樱,你瘦了！”她没言语,直怔怔地看着我,像有千言万语梗塞在咽喉里。我有点犯疑心,我觉得她病了,而且病的不轻,于是我决定问个明白。可当我正要开口时,一阵剧烈的节日爆竹吵醒了我;我连忙睁开眼睛,窗外灯火辉煌;沈樱又突然间不知去向,留给了我无限的惆怅！ On the night of Spring Festival, I dreamed of old woman writer Shen Sakura, I do not know where it comes from, and where I meet again? Clearly I remember her lightning suddenly appeared in front of me, wearing a prime flower Silk cheongsam. Smiling and hugging me, I am passionately to touch her arm, unknowingly exclaimed: “Sakura, you lean!” She did not speak, straight stared at me, like a thousand words in the infarction Throat inside. I am a bit guilty of suspicion, I think she was ill, and the disease is not light, so I decided to ask to understand. But when I was about to open, a fierce festival of firecrackers woke me up; I quickly opened my eyes, the window lights were brilliant; Shen cherry suddenly disappeared, leaving me unlimited melancholy!