画家戴卫一定喜欢这位有理想的女诗人,宋代远去,李清照在我眼前的画中玉树临风。画外音省略,语言在岁月的留白处星光一样地沉静。不谈她的婉约,回避关于她所有的花絮。我只看她昂首向天,时光的暗掩埋了穿金戴银的生动,人杰和鬼雄,活与死,黄花不瘦我更瘦,瘦到所有人记住我的骨头。 David Wei, the painter, must have loved this poet with an ideal. The Song dynasty went away. Li Qingzhao was in front of me in the picture of Yushu Linfeng. Omission of voice-overs, the language in the years of blank starry as quiet. Regardless of her graceful, to avoid all her tidbits. I only look at her head to the sky, buried in the darkness of the time wearing gold and silver vivid, outstanding man and ghost male, live and die, yellow is not thin I thinner, lean to all people remember my bones.