终于,要选择一支真诚的笔,来写下此次非常的“文化之旅”。现在,在这个子夜,天未央的时候,些许失控的情绪像粘稠、腥甜的口水,堵塞、淹没。像西递古村里绵延的曲水,流动着,却没有目的。不是汹涌,是轻缓的让人沉沦。不再有头绪,丧失了表达。在这样感到贫瘠的时候,想到两个字眼: Finally, to choose a sincere pen, to write this very “cultural journey.” Now, on this midnight, when the weather is over, some uncontrollable emotions are like sticky, sweet saliva, clogged, submerged. Like Xushui ancient village in the Qushui, flowing, but no purpose. Not turbulent, is a gentle person to sink. No more clues, no expression When it feels so poor, think of two words: