缤纷流云,清泉悄吟,满腔幽怨拭啼痕;回眸红尘,梦短春深,忆得月下一缕魂。——题记午夜梦回,烟雨阑珊,独守残月听那纷纷扬扬的雨的低语,天穹中似乎萦绕着如泣如诉的音乐,织成一张密密的网,仿佛是丝丝织巾在擦拭锈蚀的记忆,让我永远地记住他——那个踽踽独行于冷街幽巷的艺人阿炳,记住那苦难而凄美的灵魂,在浓得化不开的黑夜里,在皎洁的月光下。 Colorful clouds, clear springs quietly, filled with quiet resit wipe scars; back to the red dust, the dream of a short spring, remember the next soul. ——Inscription Midnight dreams, misty rains, and lingering whispers of the waning moon that listened to the rising rain, Scorpio seems to haunt the music, woven into a dense net, as if it was a silk rag Memories, let me remember him forever - the singer A Bing, who walks alone in the alleys of cold streets, remembers that the suffering and poignant soul, in the dark night, in the bright moonlight .