少年的杨过说龙女：My rose white,as white as the foam of the sea, and whiter than the snow upon the mountain.
婚后的杨过说龙女：My rose red,red as the feet of the dove, and redder than the great fans of coral that wave and wave in the ocean-cavern.
晚年杨龙说孙女小黄衫：Our new rose is yellow,yellow as the hair of the mermaiden who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe.
Love is wiser than Philosophy, though she is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. Flame-coloured are his wings, and coloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as honey, and his breath is like frankincense.'
Life is very dear to all. It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and to watch the Sun in his chariot of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. Yet Love is better than Life.
致杨龙恋
婚后的杨过说龙女：My rose red,red as the feet of the dove, and redder than the great fans of coral that wave and wave in the ocean-cavern.
晚年杨龙说孙女小黄衫：Our new rose is yellow,yellow as the hair of the mermaiden who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe.
Love is wiser than Philosophy, though she is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. Flame-coloured are his wings, and coloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as honey, and his breath is like frankincense.'
Life is very dear to all. It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and to watch the Sun in his chariot of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. Yet Love is better than Life.
致杨龙恋
