那是道光二十七年(1847)的一个春日。江南草长,群莺乱飞。北京,古城, 姗姗来迟的春阳,终于送走了北国的严寒。一群文人急忙卸下穿了一冬的棉袄, 聚集在城西的顾亭林祠,为一百六十五年前病故的亭林先生作生日祭。 It was a spring day of Daoguang twenty-seven years (1847). Jiangnan grass long, group warbler flying. Beijing, the ancient city, late spring Chunyang, finally sent away the cold of the North. A group of literati hurriedly unloaded a winter jacket and gathered Gu Tinglin Temple in the west of the city to make a birthday festival for Mr. Tinglin, who died one hundred and sixty-five years ago.