每个人对苏州有着不同的记忆,它许是姑苏好看姑娘的眉长眉短,许是小桥流水旁老人们的家长里短,许是阳光绿荫下一碗鸡头米的桂花香,许是独立书店里的一本舒心小说,而它给我最深刻的记忆,却是平江路上那穿越时空隧道的浅吟低唱,那白似秋练的一碗苏式面的精致,那小家碧玉苏州园林悠悠逛的闲适。我到苏州时,正赶在雨天,踏着被淅淅沥沥的雨水浸润了的平江路上的青石板,行于城中。河道穿城而过,两岸翠柳粉桃,烟雨迷蒙。粉墙黛瓦 Everyone has a different memory of Suzhou, which is perhaps a good girl looks handsome eyebrows, Xu is the bridge near the parents of old people in the short, perhaps a bowl of rice in the sun under the sweet-scented osmanthus incense, Xu is Independent bookstore in a comfortable novel, and it gives me the most profound memory, but it is through the tunnel of time on the Pingjiang Road, singing, that Bai Qiu Lian a bowl of fine Soviet-style surface, that small home Jasper Suzhou Gardens Leisurely shopping leisurely. When I was in Suzhou, I was on a rainy day and marched on the bluestone on the Pingjiang Road, infiltrated by the rain of pattermeat. River through the city and cross-Strait Tsui Liu peach, misty rain and misty. Fenqiangdaiwa