古韵浓郁的小镇酣睡着,散发出如纸墨般的香味。天是毫不张扬的灰蓝色,仿佛为了衬托它,随古镇一般黯淡,但绝没有一丝污点将小镇的这份静寂给破坏。尽管是仲夏,阳光却如春风一般,没有灼热,没有寒冷,只有温暖的凉爽。这里的田野也祥和地沉睡着,镇上的人踩踏它时也是轻柔的,谁也不敢在上面放肆。也许人们坚信大地是神圣的,大地和古镇合二为一了。每一寸湿润的泥土和砖瓦都紧紧依偎着,情同手足,不离不弃。 Rich ancient town asleep, emitting like a paper-like scent. Days are unashamed gray-blue, as if to set off it, with the general bleak town, but there is absolutely no trace of the silence of the town to the destruction. Although it is Midsummer, the sunshine is like a spring breeze, there is no burning, no cold, only warm and cool. The fields here are also peaceful asleep, and the people in the town are soft when they step on it, and no one dares to presumptuously. Maybe people are convinced that the earth is sacred and that the earth and the town are merged together. Every inch of moist soil and brick are clinging closely, feeling the same hand and foot, never betray.