关于扬州,我又能与你横陈些什么呢?莺歌唱暖的季节,我自北方来,带着一身暗黑;桃花烧遍水岸,你在春回的路上打着腹稿,在唐诗里做着关于风花雪月的梦。可当我立住被岁月磨损的双脚,你好心递出开满紫荆花的小径,替我卸下皮囊里存留已久的冷。我镜像里的扬州城,首先在石头与石头交接的空档里。五亭桥把所有的巷口都打开了。亲爱的扬州,我是在此刻不幸遭遇了你,并莽撞地闯进你微醺的江南时空。 On the Yangzhou, I can tell you something with you? Ying singing singing season, I came from the north, with a dark; peach burned all over the waterfront, you are on the way back in the spring draft slaughter, in the Tang poetry to do Dreams about romantic. But when I stand on the feet worn by years, you kindly handed out the path covered with Bauhinia, for me to remove the long-standing cold in the bladder. Yangzhou City in my image, first in the gap between stone and stone. Wu Tingqiao opened all the alley. My dear Yangzhou, I unfortunately encountered you at the moment, and recklessly broke into your Wei Nan Jiang space-time.