喜欢徜徉于宋时的陈书旧纸里,渴望在长长的午后有一句没一句地吟咏“明月与黄花”,或者踩着《雨霖铃》的调子,跳一场华丽的舞。一薄雾浓云愁永昼,瑞脑消金兽。佳节又重阳,玉枕纱厨,半夜凉初透。东篱把酒黄昏后,有暗香盈袖。莫道不消魂,帘卷西风,人比黄花瘦。凌晨一点的月光。窗 I like to linger in the old book of Chen Sung in the Song Dynasty, eager to have a sentence of “Ming Yue and Huang Hua” in the long noon, or step on the tune of “Yue Lin Ling” to dance a gorgeous dance. A deep cloud of clouds will be forever. The festive season is again heavy, the Jade pillow yarn kitchen, the middle of the night cool thoroughly. After Tori put the wine at dusk, there was a dark fragrance and a sleeve. Modality is not irresistible, curtains are westerly, and people are thinner than yellow. The moonlight at one o’clock in the morning. window