“江南烟水路,行尽江南,不与离人遇……”阳春三月,秦淮一带早已雨瓣纷飞,打湿了屋檐的瓦当,轻叩窗棂,忧郁了期盼的双眸,唯见颓圯的篱墙。江南可以放得下许多告别与邂逅,是一个不下雨也会潮湿的地方,灰蒙蒙的天理所当然地为等待铺设好了一切。往往是面若桃花的女子,泪雨滂沱,送走一个个远去的背影。接着雨扉紧掩,掀开春帷一角,日复一日,年复一年地守望,等待至死不渝的爱情,直至终老。等待的尽头是爱的断点还是情的延伸? “Jiangnan Yanshui Road does its best to the south of the Yangtze River, not to meet people...” In the March of spring in Yangchun, Qinhuai area had already had rain flaps, and wet the roof of the roof. Fence. Jiangnan can put a lot of farewell and embarrassment. It’s a place where it doesn’t rain and it’s wet, and the grey heavens take for granted. The women who are often faced with peach blossoms are tearful and tearful and send away one after another. Then the rain slammed and opened the corner of spring, day after day, watched year after year, waiting for unforgettable love until the end of life. The end of waiting is the breakpoint of love or the extension of love?