今夜，月光如水。百无聊赖之际，随手翻看着案边的几本时尚杂志。 忽然，窗外隐隐传来丝竹之声，那异常熟悉的吴依软语，不经意间又触动了我心底那根最敏感的弦。 是“黛玉葬花”啊，吟哦间只觉眼前落英缤纷，水袖飘扬处轻盈的身影已荷锄而去。 很久了，一直以为自己不会再被感 Tonight, the moonlight is like water. When bored, readily flip through the case of several fashion magazines. Suddenly, the faint sigh of music outside the window, that very familiar Wu by soft language, inadvertently touches the heart of my heart the most sensitive string. Is “Dai funeral flowers” ah, Yin Yin fell in front of only felt colorful, sleeves fluttering at the light figure has been washed away. For a long time, I always thought I would not feel again