离秋枉自传悲凄,三两枝,扶叶无痕。笛子又和古琴音,伴一声,怎生悔恨。也罢山水遥相望,誓守约,斯情最真。江南小巷,映着斑驳竹影的青石板,邂逅那庭院深处的昆曲,聆听那古琴下的天籁。我谨是江南的过客,不带走凄凉的月色,不依恋那杏花雨,轻随那袅袅的炊烟,划一支深秋的长篙。泼墨素描,水袖青衫,转盼颔首多少情?饮鸩而 Subjugation in vain Metamorphosis, thirty-two, leaf-leaf no trace. Flute and guqin sound, accompanied by a sound, how students regret. Regardless of mountains and rivers, it is worth seeing. Jiangnan alley, reflecting the mottled bamboo bluestone, encounter the depths of the garden of Kunqu opera, listening to the sounds of the Guqin under. I am Jiangnan’s passing, I do not take the desolate moonlight, do not attach to that apricot flowers, light with the curl of smoke, draw a late autumn Nagahama. Pumped ink sketch, water sleeves Pathetic, turn the first hope how much love?