甲午春夜,星河沉睡,细雨纷飞,万籁俱寂。房间里流泻着荧光灯温馨的白光,浸满了每一个角落。静坐在堆满篆刻印石的书桌前,在缓缓流淌的抒情古琴声中,手执钢笔在雪白纸上乌丝栏格里涓涓而出,思绪恍若回到南宋时代,完全沉浸在白玉蟾《早春》 Jia Wu spring night, Xinghe sleep, drizzle, Wan Lai silence. Fluffy room with fluorescent white light, soaked in every corner. Sitting in front of the desk filled with seal stone, in the lyrical Guqin sound flowing slowly, the hand-held pens trickle out in the black silk fence on the white paper. If the thoughts remind us of the Southern Song Dynasty, “early spring”