沈园一种灵魂的隐痛,让八百年后的我们,仍泫然泪滴。伤心桥下的春波可以作证——惊鸿照影。深切的幽怨,浸透着一腔锥心泣血的记忆。奈何梦断香消,缘灭缘生,已非旧时相邀的明月,却无论如何也不能平复内心深处那一次次激荡的涟漪。春尘既尽,伊人已远。我却仿佛看见,阑珊的夜梦里桃枝挂满的斑斑珠泪;闲池中那一朵朵落花匆匆的叹息—— Shen Yuan a kind of soul pain, let us eight hundred years later, still sudden tears. Chun Bo under the sad bridge can testify - amazing photos. Deep resentment, soaked with a hollow cavity of the memory of condolences. But why dream broken incense, edge off edge, already non-old inviting the moon, but in any case can not calm down the depths of my heart that times the turmoil ripples. Spring dust both, Iraqis are far away. I seem to see, devious night dream Peach covered with speckled beads and tears; leisure pool that blossoming flowers rush sigh -