翻遍史书,我掩卷沉思。历代先贤纷至沓来,又纷纷隐去。唯有你,跨越时空的界限,徐徐向我走来,在江南烟雨中,你撑着一把油纸伞,长裙垂地。可我却看不清你的脸,只感受到你笔下的千情万绪,向我一一道来……那是一个日暮时分,荷花亭亭玉立,荷叶青翠相接,还有淡淡的幽香沁人心脾。你与友人坐在船上,微微醉酒,诗兴正浓,妙语连珠。争渡时,惊起一滩 History book over, I shadow meditation. Pilgrims from generation to generation, have also been hidden. Only you, across the boundaries of time and space, slowly came to me in the misty rain in the south, you propped a paper umbrella, dresses hanging down. But I can not see your face, only feel the penned your feelings, come to me one by one ... ... That is a sunset, lotus slim, lotus leaf green contact, as well as a touch of sweet fragrance refreshing . You and your friends sitting on the boat, slightly drunk, poetry is strong, punchline. Ferry crossing, a beach