昨夜雨加雪,可我还是做着江南的梦。梦里泛着绿色,泛着清幽。江南是我眼见过的江南,而梦却是我遗留给江南的梦。T瓜洲一个异乡的过客,渡过长江,残阳如血里,在古渡瓜洲慢慢地走,孤寂得像缥缈天地里一只飘摇的沙鸥。树影婆娑,芦荻摇曳,江风吹暗了沙洲。返程轮渡的汽笛,催动归乡心弦,也唤来了 Rain and snow last night, but I still do the dream of Jiangnan. Glowing green dreams, pan-quiet. Jiangnan is what I have seen in the south, but my dream is a dream left to Jiangnan. T Guazhou a foreign land passenger, across the Yangtze River, as the blood of the sun, Gudu Chau slowly walk, loneliness like a wandering world of gull. Tree shadow whirling, swaying reeds, the wind blew the sandbank. Return ferry whistle, reminder homey heart strings, also called