“青梅在猎猎的寒风中,你独倚枝头。在漫天飞舞的白蝴蝶的歌谣里,你幽幽地将暗香播洒。银妆天地间的几点淡红,是你悄然的笔迹;风)缤纷里的缱绻孤影,是你窈然的风姿。可知,沧海尽头的云雨,托着怎样的情怀?让“郎骑竹马来,绕床弄青梅”成了千载的故事,也让你,在孤寂跫音中怅度晨昏 ”Ome in the cold wind of hunting, you relied on the branch. In the song of the white butterfly flying all over the sky, you secretly spread the dark fragrance. The silver red light between the world, is your handwriting quietly In the wind, the shadows of the hustle and bustle of you are the grace of yours. Knowing that the clouds and rain at the end of the Bohai Sea hold a feeling of emotions, let the “Rabbit horse rider and the green tea around the bed” become a story of thousands of years. You, in the loneliness,