波柔了,柳绿了,风细了古镇开始聆听,开始变小。小桥、流水,在思绪中复活;青芳、浮藻,在心灵处飘摇摇船,向水乡的深处漫溯,人在画中游。忧怨。 在详和中沉默; 烦嚣, 随着船家的歌声, 散出。一条雨巷,一把油纸伞引来一场杏花雨,湿尽了整个江南的春。幽静的沉思,历史的延续,万千风 Po Rou, Liu Lu, and the wind began to listen to the ancient town began to become smaller. Bridges, flowing water, resurrected in thoughts; Qingfang, floating algae, waved ship in the heart, tracing the depths of the water town, people in the middle of the painting. Grievances. Silenced in detail and in; irritability, with the singing of the boatman, dispersed. A rain alley, a paper umbrella attracted an apricot rain, wet the entire spring of the south. Silent Contemplation, Continuation of History, Thousands of Winds