第一次路过锦城,恰逢人间四月天。遇见姹紫嫣红开遍,却被清明的雨幕诗化。踏着青石板上的涟漪,晕开了墨色往昔。人说宁静致远,我在此时才是了然,原来尘世的繁华万千,真的不及眼前,这被细雨润湿过的小城中的一眼。正是清晨七八点的时候,烟雨暗千家,却仍见得到袅袅炊烟升起。像是等着归来的故人,备好了粗茶淡饭,撑开了翰花纸伞,粉墙黛瓦间满是水印 Passing Jincheng for the first time coincides with the world April day. Meet colorful blossoming, but it was Qingming rain screen poetic. Inspired by the ripples on the quartzite, Halo opened the ink past. People say quiet Zhi Zhiyuan, I just understand at this time, the original bustling world, really less than the immediate, this was wet wet little town in a glance. It is at seven or eight in the morning when thousands of dark and rainy places are still seen curling smoke rising. Like waiting for the return of the enemy, prepared a panacea, propped up the Han Hua Umbrella, Fenbidaiwa filled with watermark