? I saw a woman on the river with a narrow-sleeved green shirt, comb black hemp braids, hire curls and come on the waves. The wind swept down the lake full of reed, also swept her forehead hair. Nymphoides peltatum in the clear green lake water swaying, with the blue wave rippling, in the paddle sound shallow swimming. Inexplicably, with this flower-like women have a relationship, a few times the Samui Ann dream break, remember that the river women step lotus open, beautiful young fantasy.
? It is not like the peony dew lethargy, but also not more than the orchid tears of cold and cold. The woman in the "Poetry" is like water Maundy Hibiscus, like a silk pure white Jinsu, leaving only the edges and corners decorated with dexterous lace, the middle of the large area is just hooked up with the willow, point of the green lotus, like a natural ink, had to look at it from a distance for fear that the breath will be blasphemous. Like that lotus picking woman, Ying Ying stood on the side of the boat, lotus leaf field, she ambled to pick, but scooped up a cup of sweet laughter.
? If there is no Jiangnan rain and smoke moisturizing the woman, always feel less natural spirit, even if the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, embroidery heaps; even if the Princess is rich and beautiful, Yi Jing dignified; even if the poet Li Bai is more talented than the sky high, and even a masterpiece can be awaited. However, they still failed to depict the shadow of innocence on the peony feast, and the clouds want to dress up and the flowers want to face the beauty of the misty, not as good as the lotus picking woman's shallow smile to the real touching.
? And later, the "Poetry" will be more than the pain of the garrison, the thought of worrying about the country. Two extreme emotions in that distant era entangled and intertwined, in the Book of Songs in a book, handed down to future generations. And this is not the water stirred up the color of blood, the two extremes of feelings compatible and inclusive, in the bittersweet mixed more and more appear to be stable and peaceful precious, more and more longing for that wipe of the river's edge of the new green and the picking of the lotus woman a hire a curl of the gentle and colorful. Rolling smoke, a flurry of war will be the woman forever reflected into the water waves in the fresh and sweet look. The water is murmuring, trickling into the blood of the Chinese nation. After a thousand years, the river maiden green shirt is still the same, lowered eyebrows smile, clear as the beginning.
? Once remembered, Cao Zijian pen, involved in the river women like a stunning, graceful as a swimming dragon, the waves of the slightest step, like a wave of flying fairy. Just a glance at the dancing figure will be fixed in memory, dance jealous of the willow's soft waist tie a white damask, lotus step, step by step on his loving heart, as bright as the moon, as bright as the stars. Just that a wisp of gently curling vapor like the moon before the mist, to the pretty face covered with a light veil. Like looking through the curtain only to see the hidden figure, do not see the delicate face, in the palpitations of the heart of the amazingly beautiful slightly disappointed.
? Women such as lotus, in the blue waves of the Meiji sweet smile, fresh and beautiful. Thick ink color, rendering the years as a brocade; half-volume heart, weaving the years of fame. And that a touch of slender figure in the hazy time to come, real and disillusioned, all kinds of tenderness, are hidden in the "Poetry" in the volume, about a thousand years.