庄周一觉醒来,不知自己在梦中化身为蝶,还是蝴蝶做梦梦见自己变成了庄周。我大梦初醒,不知是在梦中邂逅了你,还是你在梦中遗忘了我。有一种幽姿逸韵,在色容之外——那定是形容你了。没有靥辅承权、瓌姿艳逸,没有柔情绰态、媚于言语,你站在那里,亭亭净植,清水出芙蓉。我何尝不是《诗经·蒹葭》中的追寻者,循着你步摇晃动的声响,拨开芦苇荡,只为寻你。 Zhuang monday wake up, I do not know oneself incarnate in the dream as a butterfly, or a butterfly dream dreamed he became Zhuang Zhou. I woke up a big dream, I do not know is a dream encounter you, or you forgot me in a dream. There is a secluded grace, in the color outside - it must be to describe you. No 靥 auxiliary rights, 瓌 posture Yanyi, no tenderness and dignity, Mei Yu words, where you stand, Ting Ting net plant, clear water out of hibiscus. I do not mean “the Book of Songs 蒹 葭” in the pursuit of follow your step shaking shaking sound, open the reeds swing, only to find you.