当我们对历史的回忆锈迹斑斑,当清初传唱的明月光华不再,当岁月的风沙淘尽一代又一代的好汉——然而,当我们走在烟暖雨初收的日子,当一双柔荑摘得一捧红豆子,当干净温暖的回忆成了最贴心的棉袄,我们还是会感叹着,人生若只如初见。“人生若只如初见,何事秋风悲画扇。”我们仿佛看到纳兰容若缓缓 When we remember the history of rust, when the glory of the moon sung in the early Qing Dynasty is no longer, when the sand of the years to escape generations of heroes - however, when we walk in the smoke and rain early harvest days, when a pair of soft荑 won a handful of red beans, when the clean warm memories became the most intimate cotton jacket, we still lamented, if only rudimentary. “If only the beginning of life, what autumn sad tragic fan. ” We seem to see Nalan Rong if slowly