拾起的记忆里,有如此风华绝代的你,或娟秀,或飘逸。我喜欢这样的你,自然,洒脱,用酣畅的笔墨书写淋漓。你从千百年前某个悠然的梦中醒来,取一瓢清浅,洗一世凡尘,挽起墨发三千,那样从容地踏着稳健的步伐向我走来。你扬起的衣衫不沾丝毫烦扰的气息,轻轻巧巧地落下芬芳满怀。你不愿被卷入名利欲望的风波中,只愿在乡野耕种,自得其乐,偶尔于雁过时回首那不远处的南山。你带着一种与生俱来的儒雅,温和却无法抗拒。我始终忘不了你留在桃花源的绝美诗句,一字一句的描摹,令我心生向往。我的脑海里总有这 Picking up the memory, there is such a beautiful you, or Juan show, or elegant. I like this you, naturally, free and easy, written with hearty pen and ink dripping. When you woke up from a leisurely dream thousands of years ago, you took the slightest lightness, washed the world, rolled up the three thousand ink, and walked steadily toward me. You raise the clothes do not touch the smell of the slightest annoyance, gently cleverly fall full of fragrance. You do not want to be involved in the turmoil of fame and fortune desire, only willing to cultivate their own fields, enjoy themselves, and occasionally back in the geese that Nanshan not far away. You bring a kind of innate elegance, gentle but irresistible. I always forget you to stay in the beautiful poetry of Peach Blossom, word to word description, make me heart yearn. There is always this in my mind