慵懒地斜倚在床上看书,三月的春光挤进客栈的小屋。一抬头,赫然发觉对面屋顶上方,视野里居然出现了点苍山,山好像很近,一伸手就能够摸到的样子,山脊是淡淡的青黑色,尚未融化的白雪勾出山的褶皱,叶脉似的。苍山像母亲的手臂一样,环绕着整个大理古城,我也就赖在她的怀里,不愿离去。 Lazy reclining in bed reading, the spring of March squeezed into the inn hut. Looking up, he found across from the top of the roof, actually appeared in the field point of Cangshan, the mountain seems very close, a hand can touch it, the ridge is a faint blue-black, snow has not yet melted crevasse folds, veins like . Cangshan like the arms of her mother, surrounded by the ancient city of Dali, I also rely on her arms, do not want to leave.