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一路的雨水浇灭了进入安徽的星光,也浇灭了婺源沿途村落的灯火。我如一只夜航的海鸟,落入黑夜的睡袍,上不着天,下不着地。夜,大海一样绵延,无边无际。我们长途跋涉,去看江岭的油菜花,以及水墨画一般的徽派民居。抵达江岭的时候,已经是凌晨一点钟了。雨就像我的急刹车,突然打住了。那么巧合,又那么无奈。我先后敲开了村子里所有的客栈,全部爆满了。看来注定要露宿江岭山野了。
Rain all the way to quench the stars into the Anhui, Wuyuan also dumped the lights along the village. I am a night bird of the sea, falling into the night robe, on the sky, not under the land. Night, the same stretch of the sea, boundless. We trek to see the rape of Jiangling, as well as the typical Huizhou dwellings. Arrived Jiangling time, it is already 1 o’clock in the morning. The rain is like my brakes, suddenly stopped. So coincidental, but so helpless. I have knocked on all the inn in the village, all full. It seems destined to sleep on the mountain ridge.