窗外一剪纸花,林间树语沙沙,而我,沉浸在半页古书里,寂静清芬。做一个清浅微笑的女子吧,不亲不离,安之若素。诗经有云:“蒹葭苍苍,白露为霜,所谓伊人,在水一方。”合上眼,大抵能想出这“伊人”之美:芦苇青翠,露白时节,佳人一袭白衣,乌发似墨,站在远处,清浅微笑。如此清新境界,似“莲方敛而未开,竹含露而犹滴”的意境。佳人之美,美丽在静,美丽在清,美丽在不吵不闹,安之若素。试想,若此“伊人”生在闹市,为柴米油盐斤斤计较,为一毛二分争论不休,像泼妇般在街 A paper-cut flowers out the window, the forest between trees and sand, and I, immersed in a half-page ancient book, quiet fragrance. Be a light-hearted smile of a woman, inseparable, safe. The Book of verses goes like this: “蒹 葭 gray, white dew frost, the so-called Iraqis, on the water side.” Close the eyes, probably can think of this “Iraqis ” beauty: green reeds, white season, Hair like ink, standing in the distance, smiling. So fresh realm, like “Lotus side convergence rather than open, bamboo dews and drops of drops ” mood. Beauty beauty, beauty in the static, beautiful in the clear, beautiful noisy noisy, safe. Just think, if this “Iraqis ” was born in the downtown area, for the Pimiya salt preoccupied with endless arguments for a dime, like a bitch in the street