初识时,恰是三十年前的阳春之初。至今仍然醉心其间。已经很久了,没有风传导那落日的沉吟,没有云驱赶垂柳异常的宁静。确有南去的雁鸣,溅落出夏阳之血。滴作黄昏,浸浊无灯的街心。但你明亮的眼睛有神,字字,句句,默念许久,娇羞掩不住萌动的情之思。不知怀想的佳丽,能否在那片绵延的花丛中,重新采撷到芬芳的热烈。 When I first met, it was the beginning of the spring of thirty years ago. Still engrossed in the meantime. It has been a long time, there is no wind conduction that sunset thinking, there is no cloud to drive the unusual tranquility of weeping willows. There is indeed a goose to the south, splashing out of the blood of Xia Yang. Dusk for the evening, immersion lights without street heart. But your bright eyes are God, the word, sentence, meditation for a long time, shy conceal the feelings of germination of thinking. I do not know the beauty of beauty, whether in that stretch of flowers, re-pick to the warmth of the fragrance.