煮一壶回忆,竟是半壶醇香,半壶惆怅。——题记你颠簸几千里,带着殊方的仆仆的尘,来看我。明明只隔了半年时光,我却忽而觉得岁月绵长,凄凄惶惶。你彩色的布裙像媚极的蝴蝶,舞在蜜色的秋光里。可我记得彼时的你,素净白衫,寂然清美,如一钵养在白石中的素水仙,似乎盈盈一握,就是一把纯梓的寒凉。昔时柴扉寂寂,如今芳华灼灼。果然是红了樱桃,绿了芭蕉。我给你沏了杯你最爱的花茶,你摇摇头说,我现在喜欢喝咖啡。伴着暖昧柔软的钢琴曲,坐在带着欧式花纹的沙发之上,我有些许恍惚。此时的你, Cook a pot of memories, actually half pot mellow, half pot melancholy. - Inscription You bump thousands of miles, with a special servant dust, come to see me. Obviously only separated by six months time, but I suddenly felt years lingering, desolate panic. Your colored sarongs resemble a beautiful butterfly, dancing in honey’s autumn light. But I remember when you, pure white shirt, quiet and beautiful, such as a bowl raised in the White Sidney Daffodil, it seems Yingyingchi, is a Pure Zi of the cold. When the firewood lonely, now Fanghua burning. Really is a red cherry, green banana. I gave you a cup of your favorite tea, you shook his head, I now like to drink coffee. Accompanied by the soft piano music, sitting on the couch with the European pattern, I am a little trance. At this moment you