他跟随三月的烟花去了江南。空余我的思念填满季节。他说要回来的时候,布谷已经横过城市的上空,梧桐也结束了花期,长出茂盛的叶子,随时准备迎接细雨,敲打出具有江南风韵的音律。我倚在城市门外的青石小桥上等他,这也是我送别他的地方。我红色的T恤倒映在桥下的碧水里。四周垂柳摇曳,鸟雀啁啾,夏花已经开始攀着季节的绳索上升。似乎是一幅北方的画卷晕染了江南的风味。 He followed the March fireworks to the south. Spare my thoughts to fill the season. When he said he wanted to come back, the cloth valley had crossed the city. The sycamore also ended the flowering period and grew lush leaves, ready to welcome the drizzle and beat the temperament with southern charm. I lean on the bluestone bridge outside the city waiting for him, this is where I bid farewell to him. My red T-shirt is reflected in the clear water under the bridge. Weeping willow swaying around, bird chirp, summer flowers have begun to climb the rope climbing season. Seems to be a northern painting blooming Jiangnan flavor.