时光荏苒,物转星移,岁月总是乘人不备时,悄然徙转。就像那远去的南宋,千年前那落了一夜的梅雨,已被流水般的光阴,封存在古老的记忆里。我不曾亦不能触及那场夜雨,只是反复咀嚼流传了千载的诗句:“黄梅时节家家雨,青草池塘处处蛙。有约不来过夜半,闲敲棋子落灯花。”赵师秀所约之客究竟是谁?没有人来为 Time 荏 苒, things go astral, time is always riding on people, quietly migrate. Like the Southern Song Dynasty that went away, the rainy millennium that stood a thousand years ago has been sealed in ancient memory. I did not and can not touch the rainy night, but repeatedly chewing spread of thousands of verses: "Huangmei every family rain, grass pond everywhere frog. Who is the guest? No one is here