一个春天,一段故事。春光明媚,一个开满桃花的院子。他,一个落第失意、俊朗风雅的才子;她,一个不谙世事、聪慧美丽的姑娘。一个讨水一个送水,眉目流转间,各自心中荡起了涟漪。但她羞涩,而他矜持,相遇之后,匆匆分别。一年后的又一个春光明媚的日子,为那眉目间的涟漪,他再来到小院,徘徊,终是鼓起勇气敲门。然佳人已逝,只是阵阵桃花香引人迷醉。他乘兴而来,失望而归,于风中浅吟低唱:“去年今日此门中,人面桃花相映红。人面不知何处去,桃花依旧 A spring, a story. Bright spring, a full peach yard. He, a disappointed, handsome and elegant genius; she, a worldly, bright and beautiful girl. A discussion of water, eyebrows flow, their hearts dangling ripples. However, she was shy, and he reserved, after the meeting, hurried respectively. A year later, another spring day, as the ripples between the eyebrows, he came back to the courtyard, wandering, and finally courage to knock on the door. However, the beauty has passed away, but fascinated by fascination. He took the thrill, disappointed, and whispered in the wind: ”Last year in this door last year, people face peach red. People do not know where to go, peach is still