村外,蒙蒙细雨。东施手挽—个包袱,决心离开这片伤心地,再也不回来。但是,路在何方?哪儿才是真正属于她的地方?冰冷的液体从脸上划过,是泪,还是雨? 一只大雁从头顶飞过,东施抬头望了望,雁儿啊,难道你们只为西施而落?踏上那冰冷的石桥板,东施不禁向桥下看了看。鱼儿啊,难道你们只为西施而沉?看着看着,东施忍不住又悲悲戚戚, 呜咽起来,竟连愈来愈近的马蹄声也未听见。 Outside the village, it was drizzle. Dong Shichang, a baggage, was determined to leave this sad place and never come back. But where is the road? Where is it really her place? Is the cold liquid running across his face? Is it tears or rain? A wild geese flew over his head, looking east and looking up at the geese. You just set foot on the icy stone bridge for the West. You can’t help but look under the bridge. Fish, are you just sinking for the beauty of the world? Looking at it, Dong Shi could not help but feel sad and sad, and sobbed. Even the more and more horseshoe sounds were not heard.