From a sparse plane tree hans the waning moon The water clock is still and hushed in man Who sees a hermit pacing up and down alone? Is it the shadow of a swan? Startled, he turns his head, With a grief non behold Looking all over, he won't perch on branches dead But on the lonely sandbank cold. -- 活了这麽多年﹐我竟然还是搞不懂爱情这东西。我是不是已经不适合去爱一个人﹐在尝试“执子之手”时﹐在学习“我心匪石”时﹐在经过“弱水三千”时﹐在感怀“冬雷震震”时﹐那个人在哪里呢。 ※ 来源:‧水木社区 http://newsmth.net‧[FROM: 204.152.239.217]