“满纸荒唐言,一把辛酸泪。都云作者痴,谁解其中味。”前世的情缘,后世来还;一段传奇,揭开了尘封记忆,一块宝玉,勾出如烟如云的世事与如痴如醉的想念;一脉情思,传承了百年佳话。静坐在红楼茶馆的雕花窗边,让碎金般的阳光轻轻地笼罩着你,仿佛忽然回到了三百多年前的一日午后。繁花盛放、花香满天,黛玉用一瓣瓣青春的碎片, “The full text of absurd, a bitter tears. All cloud author crazy, who solve the taste. ” Past love, later also; a legend, opened a dusty memory, a piece of gem, hook smoke like clouds The world of things and mesmerizing miss; a thought of love, inherited centuries-old story. Sit in the red building teahouse carved window, so that shining golden sunshine gently cover you, as if suddenly returned to more than 300 years ago, the afternoon of the first day. Flowers bloom, flowers sky, Daiyu with a petal youth fragments,