乔家大院高粱红了,一节一节地裹着红豆的暗香。我深嗅过往的海誓山盟,一个问候越洋而来。而我正欲举玉簪,贴花黄,在你弥漫着脂粉气的院里。面对灯的寂寞,拾起含蓄的诗笺,描写我忐忑的心事,花好月圆的期盼。即便,深墙内,大红灯笼的影子,坚硬而淡定,我都隐忍着不提往事,不提那些腐蚀的伤痕。只想拂去心上尘埃,等你挽我舞步,让花香花影落满院落。 Qiao home courtyard sorghum red, a section of the fragrant Hongdou wrapped in red beans. I sniff the past, eachother, a greeting from across the ocean. And I just want to hold Hosta, applique yellow, in your yard filled with powder gas. In the face of the loneliness of the lamp, I picked up the subtle poetry, described my distracted thoughts, and looked forward to it. Even in the dark wall, the shadow of a red lantern, hard and calm, I have forbear nothing to mention, not to mention those corrosive scars. Just want to brush the heart of the dust, waiting for you to pull me dance, let flowers fall full courtyard.