那是晨风中摇曳绽放的春色，那是书香里翰墨不干的沉吟，那是枫桥边千年不老的传说，那是西窗下缠绵不绝的情思。
It was morning breeze swaying the Spring bloom , it is scholarly in calligraphy quit murmurings , it is a thousand years old Maple Side legend , it was lingering under the West Window Affectional .
不老的传说