“人去瑶池竟渺然,空斋长夜思绵绵。一生难得相依侣,百岁原无永聚筵。灯影忆曾摇白屋,泪珠沾不到黄泉。明朝应摘露中蕊,插向慈祥遗像前。”一位白发苍苍、皱纹堆累、气宇不凡的老人凝视着居室里的一个古旧的妆匣和一架精致的古筝,久久地沉浸在幽幽的怀念之中,不自觉地深情地吟 “People go to Jade Pool was actually so empty, fasting Night long think of cotton. Lifetime rare dependents, a hundred years ago, there was never Yongju feast .Camera shadow had shaken white house, tears can not touch the yellow spring. Before. ”A gray-haired, wrinkled pile, the extraordinary man in the room staring at an old makeup box and a delicate guzheng, long immersed in the faint nostalgia, unconsciously affectionately Yin