烟雨朦胧中,我踏上了这个水乡古城,踏上了这片神奇的土地。藏青色的吊脚楼,在翠柳红灯的掩映下错落有致地排列在江边,平平仄仄,如对仗工整的古调。青石板的呼吸在细雨的润泽下清晰可闻,古老而稚嫩的音容仿佛在诉说着自己身上的沧桑历史。天与云与山与水,上下被一种淡淡的雾气笼罩着,显出不真切的样子,仿佛沉浸在梦境一般,我投入了凤凰的怀抱。 In the misty rain, I embarked on this ancient city of water and set foot on this magical land. The navy blue stilts are arranged in a row on the riverside under the red light of Tsui Liu. The breath of the bluestone is clearly visible under the moistening of the rain, and the ancient and immature tone seems to be telling the history of its own vicissitudes. The sky and the clouds and the mountains and the water were covered with a faint fog, showing an unreal look, as if immersed in a dream, and I put into the arms of the phoenix.