清晨下了一场小雨,远山笼罩在缭绕的水雾中,好似一幅写意泼墨山水画,微冷的空气中,飘散着徽墨的香。一座小镇,就这样悠悠然落在画中,历经古老岁月的烟雨,慢慢地,在我们面前晕染开来……沿着南湖边的石堤,散着步。旁边是一棵棵饱经风霜的落叶古树,树干粗壮,枝丫繁密,树皮粗糙,都向着湖生长,有些根甚至已浸泡在水中,覆盖了厚厚的青苔。 Early morning under a light rain, mountains shrouded in the mist of water, like a landscape of ink and wash ink, slightly cold air, the emblem of the fragrance of the emblem. A small town, so long and easy to fall in the picture, after years of misty rain, slowly, in front of us blooming ... ... along the South Lake stone embankment, take a walk. Next to a tree weathered old deciduous trees, thick stalks, branches dense, rough bark, are growing toward the lake, and some have even soaked in water, covered with thick moss.