梦中的江南迷人、多情、也真实。她每一座石板桥,每一扇雕花窗,每一幢钟楼,每一条深巷,让我忘乎所以,一不留神,便踏入了那盈盈世界里……梦里的江南,舞尽繁华,落尽繁花。杨柳风吹开了江南的笑容,杏花雨打湿了江南的眉黛,青黑斑驳的石板路记录着江南的快乐与过往,管弦丝竹吟唱着江南的心声与向往,江南是美的,美得让人不知所措,美得让人流连忘返。 The Jiangnan in the dream is charming, passionate, and real. Every one of her stone bridges, every carved window, every clock tower, every deep alley, let me forget everything. Without careful attention, I stepped into the glorious world. Falling flowers. Willow winds opened the smile of Jiangnan, Xinghuayu wet the brows of Jiangnan, and the black and mottled stone roads recorded the happiness and past of Jiangnan. The orchestra shrieked and sang Jiangnan’s voice and longing, Jiangnan was beautiful, and the beautiful People are overwhelmed and the United States gets lost.