汴京的雪,凉了你的骨,金陵的日,囚了你的魂。初识你,是剪不断、理还乱的离愁满腔;彼时年少,所知尚少,只当是才子思念故人的细腻心思,却从未想到西楼上的冷月如钩,独自一人的冰冷寂寥,皆是因为亡国的悲凉痛苦与屈辱愧疚。再见你,是《南唐书》里“故虽仁爱足以感其遗民,而卒不能保社稷”的唏嘘叹惋。“尊事中原,不惮卑屈,境内赖以少安者十有五年。”于是终于明白你恰似一江春水向东流般的浩荡离愁究竟所为哪般。兴许是人生长恨水长东。你是历史,书页冰冷,将你早早封存;你是传说, Bijing snow, cold your bones, Jinling’s day, prisoners your soul. When I first learned of you, I was constantly cutting my mind and chaos of sorrow; when I was a young man, I knew little about it. Cold and lonely, all because of the tragic pain and humiliation of the guilty conscience. Goodbye you, is “South Tang book” “Although benevolence enough to feel its descendants, and pawn can not protect the boat ” sigh sigh. “Respect the Central Plains, dread drones, the territory of less than ten years of resentment for ten years. ” So finally understand that you are like a river eastward like the mighty deserted what exactly. Perhaps people grow long hate water Changdong. You are history, the page is cold, you will be sealed up early; you are legend,