我企慕梦境,企慕梦见江南,梦见古镇,梦见清水和石板桥……童年的歌谣顺着湿漉漉的青石板路飘扬,婉转如笛,穿过吱吱扭扭的木轮车底,融入水岸边矮矮的青草丛。古镇,像一本旧书,被尘世遗忘在某个安静的角落,尘封已久。阳光穿过黑色的窗棂在地上留下斑斑驳驳的影 I admire dreams, admire dreams of the south, dreamed of the town, dreamed of water and stone bridge ...... childhood song along the wet bluestone road fluttering, mildly, such as flute, through the squeaky wooden wheel At the end, into the short green grassy waterfront. Old town, like an old book, was forgotten in a quiet corner of the world, dusty. Sunshine through the black window 留 left on the ground mottled split shadow