秦淮的艳迹，总在漾金微涟上飘着的夜歌里，总在河房雕窗下响着的箫音中。“千古词人伤情处，旧说石城形胜”，不知疲厌的文士，一遍遍描摹着六朝金粉浓丽的颜色。我游于河畔的长桥水亭与昔日官贾王族的园墅间，如踏着吴声清乐的余韵，在一行行流香遗雅的字句间踱步。临流的夜 Qinhuai’s tracks, always floating in the Yang Jin micro-rivalry of the night song, always living in the river house carved window Xiao Xiao Yin. “The eternal ci at the injury, the old said Shicheng shape wins,” tireless scholar, over and over again depicting the Six Dynasties powder gorgeous color. I swim in the river bridge and the old water Changguan Pavilion Wang Yu Garden villas, such as marching Wu Sheng Qing Yue, rhyme in the line between the elegant fragrance of the word pacing. Pro night flow