留得残荷听雨声...我多想行过幽径静静探视,那在残荷细雨中轻吟的诗人,当山空月明,当一切都已成为曾经。丰富的物质装点着足裕的生活,那些我们曾经赖以生存的东西不知何时已被我们搁浅在岁月的岸边,微弱的呼唤隐隐然透着寂寥,就像是有了鱼而弃 Too remnants of listening to rain and rain ... I would like to quietly walk through the quiet path, that in the residual light rain poet, when the mountains and the skies, when everything has become ever. Rich material decorated with ample life, those things we used to live on do not know when we have been stranded on the shores of time, a weak call faintly reveals loneliness, like a fish abandoned