问君能有几多愁,恰似一江春水向东流。胸怀一腔青衫泪,说不清,道不尽,漫步于古老的驿道,伴随着萧瑟的秋风,带着无尽的哀愁,这是漂泊的游子留给我们的身影。游子此刻的心境,必如那“枯藤”“老树”吧,待到藤枯、树老之际,人心也已经寂寥。猛抬眼,小桥横架,流水淙淙,只是那异乡美景, Asked how many can worry about the king, just like a river flows eastward. With a heart of tears, can not tell, endless road, walk in the ancient post road, accompanied by the bleak autumn wind, with endless sadness, this is wandering wandering left us figure. Wanderer mood at the moment, as it would be, “withered vine”, “old tree” right until the cane withered, the tree is old, the heart has also been lonely. Meng looked up, a small bridge horizontal, sluggish water, but that strange beauty,