泛黄的画卷上,红尘女子的陈词滥调、矫揉造作;高洁女子的优雅高洁、清冷孤傲。画眉点翠、旧香残粉,不过是红楼遗梦勾勒出的温柔富贵乡。到凄凉处,却是楼头残梦几更钟。翻开金陵十二钗归宿的诗册,有情之中藏无情。仿佛《红楼梦》就是一场揭示命运的戏,十二女子的命运终由他人编排摆弄。而他, Yellowing on the picture, the woman’s clichtism, artificial; noble woman clean and elegant, cool and arrogant. Turquoise thrush point, the old Hong residual powder, but the Red Mans’ dreams outline the gentle and rich township. To desolate place, but it is a few more minutes of the first cruel dream. Opened the book of Jinling twelve hairpin home, passionate possession of merciless. As if “Dream of Red Mansions” is a show of fate of the play, the fate of twelve women eventually arranged by others to play with. And he,