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一李煜——烟水迷离的秦淮河只能出现在梦里了,没有哪只红袖能拭去你流淌的清泪。只有在夜静人空的庭院深处才敢吐出你那声重重的叹息。从此,懂词和不懂词的人,都明白了那一江春水里流淌着的是什么。可你还是无奈地走了,在一个本该是轻罗小扇扑流萤的七夕之夜,在一个本该是丝弦弄音,听那首霓裳羽衣曲的七夕之夜,被迫放下了你放不下的书画词曲,喝下了那杯为你预备良久的鸩酒。
One of Li Zhi - the Qinhuai River with blurred water can only appear in the dream, and no red sleeve can wipe away your flowing tears. Only in the depths of the quiet courtyard is you vomiting your groaning sigh. Since then, people who understand words and do not understand words have understood what is flowing in that river. But you still have no choice but to go. In a night of Tanabata, which should have been a small fan of fireflies, on a night of Tanabata, which was supposed to be the sound of silk strings, and listen to the first gaudy feathers, you were forced to put you down. No less than calligraphy and painting, drink the cup of wine for you to prepare for a long time.