春天的锦溪,最妩媚动人,窈窕细雨羞羞涩涩的洒落于千年古镇,朦朦胧胧。那雨中的粉墙黛瓦有如淡淡的水彩,轻飘的水墨,如梦如幻,令人遐想。当我站在桥上,望着那水巷的两岸,嫩嫩绿色,淡淡的黄色与粉色,在阳光下,显得那么的晶莹剔透。远处摇橹的船娘哼着一曲水乡小调,随着春风,轻柔的沿着小河,流淌在水乡的每条小巷,也流进了我的心田,柔柔的,甜甜的。当我乘坐小船,在小河里穿行,石桥的圆拱在头顶闪过,稳实的驳 Jinxi spring, the most charming, drowsy shy shame Shousse spilled in the Millennium town, hazy. It was like a touch of watercolor, floating ink, dreamy, reverie. When I stood on the bridge, looking across the water Lane, tender green, pale yellow and pink, in the sun, it seems so crystal clear. Afar shakes the boatman humming a water town minor, with the spring breeze, gently along the stream, flowing in every lane of water, but also into my heart, soft, sweet. When I take the boat, walking through the river, the arch of the stone bridge flashes overhead, a solid barge