夜深挑灯,烛影摇红,在堆满钟鼎彝器,书法名画的古雅书屋里,赵明诚、李清照夫妇沏一壶紫笋茶,各自找一卷书,在太古般沉静的良夜里,沉进到了古纸堆里。这时窗外虫声唧唧,柳梢凉月如钩,更给夜幕笼罩下的书屋,平添了多少沉,几许寂。 In the night, the lights were deep and the candle shadows red. In the quaint book house full of bell instruments and calligraphic paintings, Zhao Mingcheng and Li Qingzhao brewed a pot of purple bamboo shoots of tea and found a book of each, sunk into the calm night of the Pacific Ancient paper heap. At this time window chirp insects, willow cool moon as hook, even to the night under the shadow of the bookstore, adding much Shen, how many silence.