坐在屋里捧读《唐宋诗词选读》,心儿却被屋外纷飞的细雨打得湿漉漉的。透过如烟的轻雾,窗前如雪的梨花沉甸甸的,没有了娇媚和曼妙,倒生出矜持和沉重来。我的思绪越过春雨的低吟,在唐宋 Sitting in the house holding reading “Tang and Song poems reading”, but the heart children have been playing outside the rain drizzling wet. Through the smoke of the mist, the window of the snow pear heavy, without the charming and graceful, born out of control and heavy. My thoughts crossed the spring whisper, in the Tang and Song dynasties