歌声。暮霭。远山。青黛。站在一株光秃秃的树下,翘首远方。是心系一方茵茵的碧草,还是缘于一角蓝蓝的天空?风吹草低,百花争妍。我曾多次抖动生命的热忱,将你的影子,勾画在圣洁的宣纸上。很遗憾,你却偷偷地溜进我久违的森林,点燃烛光的温情。我记得一片钟声,被一片云吹远。半掩的小木门,映红了你隽雅的面庞,久久 singing. evening mist. Mountains. Indigo. Standing under a bare tree, looking into the distance. Is the heart of one of the green grass Yan, or due to a corner of the blue sky? Wind blowing grass, flowers Yan Yan. I have dazzled the life many times, drawing your shadow on holy rice paper. Unfortunately, you have sneaked into my long-lost forest, lighting the warmth of candlelight. I remember a bell, a cloud far away. Half-hide the small wooden door, Ying Hong your elegant face, a long time