黄昏欲雨,倚窗而坐。一壶梅子清酒,三两梅影横斜。微醺阖眸时,耳畔低低地传来梅韵戏腔。几句清音,道诉浮生。想来岁月之美,也尽在于此了。有梅一字,颇具意蕴。在田园农人心中,它是独天下而春的报喜吉物;在温碗酒倌手尖,它是偶尔溅染的甘冽;在文客雅士脚下,它是踏雪夜的暗香浮动;而曾几何时,因为一代京剧大师梅兰芳的无双风华,它俨然成了国粹中的一个坐标。 Dusk to rain, leaning on the window and sit. A pot of plum sake, thirty-two Mei Ying oblique. Micro 醺 Mou-pupil, came down the ear Mei Yu play. A few clear voice, Road v. Want to come the beauty of time, also do is here. Mei word, quite implication. In the hearts of rural peasants, it is a solitary day and the spring of the good news; in the warm bowl of wine, it is splashed occasionally spiced sweet potatoes; Once upon a time, because of a generation of Beijing Opera master Mei Lanfang unparalleled sophistication, it seems to become a quintessence in a coordinate.