碎砖。石径。古树。细雨。场景是如此细腻、哀婉,轻轻推门而入,你便一脚跌进了江南的情怀。一池的残荷,迎着细雨,依旧舒展着迟暮的美,气质在水中流淌,挺拔、芬芳,你很自然地吟出那句让文人销魂了多年的诗——“留得枯荷听雨声”。雨声滴答滴答,“一任阶前点滴到天明”。那是一种经历了人世沧桑后的闲适,是一种品味了生活甘苦后的从容。 brickbat. Stone path. Old trees. drizzle. Scene is so delicate, gentle, gently push the door and you fall into the feelings of Jiangnan. A pool of residual, facing the rain, still stretching the beauty of the twilight, the temperament flowing in the water, tall and straight, fragrant, you naturally recite that the literati ecstasy for many years poem - Listen to the rain “. Rain ticking, ”a task before drip to dawn ". It is a kind of leisure experience after the vicissitudes of life, is a kind of taste of life after the calm and comfortable.