她轻轻蘸了点水,滴在手心,想要晕开那过于浓艳的胭脂,不经意间,一滴腥红溅落在古铜镜面,开成一朵单薄寂寞的花,疼痛的、妩媚的、空虚的,谢得无处着落的红颜,如此诡丽迷离。一年少的李清照缓缓睁开睡眼,朦胧中回味着昨晚趁着酒意争渡的画面,不知那一滩被惊飞的鸥鹭现在是否安好? She gently glanced at the water, dripping in the palm of her hand and trying to faint out the overly rich blush. Inadvertently, a splash of blush was splashed on the bronze mirror to create a lonely, lonely flower, painful, charming and empty. , thank you for the beauty of nowhere, so beautiful and blurred. Li Qingzhao, who was younger and younger, slowly let go of sleep. In the middle of the night, he savored the picture of a fervent frivolity last night. I wonder if the beach gull that was flying in disappointment is now safe.