太阳没落下去陪我降临古城。我笃定,相遇是一种好心情。我带来北方的风尘,它为我洗去灵魂上浮躁的尘土。走进深巷,雨丝之外,酒吧里潜入耳边的音乐,丽江丽江,我的恋人。那份醉意,那脉脉的诗情,抽空了想象的文字,谁家的菜香打破嗅觉的闸门,我是一个空腹的乞人。雕梁画栋,镂刻的门窗,老屋里的杂货铺,我联想起前朝马帮驿站的车马喧嚣。马帮的脚步声踏出了古城独有的历 The sun did not come down with me to the ancient city. I am sure, meet is a good mood. I brought the dust of the north, it wash for me the impetuous dust on the soul. Into the deep lane, rain outside, the bar into the ears of music, Lijiang, Lijiang, my lover. That drunk, that veins of poetry, taking the time to imagine the text, who break the door smell of vegetables, I am a fasting beggars. Carved beams, carved windows and doors, the old house of groceries, I recall the caravan of the former horse caravan. Caravan footsteps stepped out of the unique calendar of the ancient city