我打着竹伞,慢走在历史的烟雨迷雾中。朦胧间,我仿佛看见你的背影,你回眸一笑,寂寞百生。——题记夜深沉,仅留一弯惨淡的钩月嵌于黑幕里。微弱的青光越过窗台,铺散在泛黄的史册上。揽卷品史,那一声声响,仿佛是从千年之前传来的声声寂寞叹息。我愕然,便循着早已遗留在青石路上的脚印,一步一步,找寻寂寞……寂寞的是柳三变。三变一生如此多舛。仕途上的几番浮沉,让他最终看破浮云, I am holding a bamboo umbrella and walking slowly in the fog of mist and rain. In the meantime, I seem to see you back, you smile back, lonely and alive. - The inscription is deep in the night, leaving only a dismal hook month embedded in the shady curtain. The faint glare passed over the windowsill and spread across the yellow history. Rolling the history of the volume, the sound is as if it was a sound of loneliness and sighs heard from thousands of years ago. I was shocked to follow the footprints that had already been left on Qingshi Road, step by step, to find loneliness... Lonely is Liu Sanchang. Three changes to life so much. A few ups and downs in his career made him finally see through the clouds.