古镇之古是浮桥。浮桥不在,已被西边水泥桥替代。但浮桥弄依旧。弄路是一首平仄的七绝么?檐瓦上的一只雨燕,正仰头问候一朵白云。那绵柔呢喃,像沉香炉飘出的蓝烟,轻散轻远。立在斑驳门前,看麻石青砖青苔,仿佛都在呼出车前草的青味。蓦然,耳畔车水马龙声起,那半掩的朱漆大门也艳起来,一领红顶轿子与一领绿顶轿子匆匆错过……我跨过高高门槛,但见东座院里住着三两户人家,西座 Ancient town is the boardwalk. Boardwalk is not, has been replaced by cement bridge west. But the floating bridge get old. Is the way to get rid of a flat seven? Eaves tile on a swift, is looking up at a white cloud. That gentle whisper, floating incense burner like blue smoke, light and light. Standing in front of the mottled look at the moss green brick moss, as if in the grass before taking the green grass. Suddenly, the sound of earplugs, the half-painted door of the lacquer also Yan Yan, a red-top chair and a green chair thrown in a hurry ... I crossed the high threshold, but the East Block lived in the two two Households, West Block