年后淅淅沥沥的春雨,缠缠绵绵的雾霭笼罩着江北水乡。又是一个慵懒的周末。氤氲的空气,让人心安,也让人不安。顾不得吃饭,穿上自己喜爱的鞋子,让它带着自己去向那个地方。短短的车程让自己醒了醒盹儿,再次抬头,它的大门已经压顶而来。那些古老的青砖,总让人有穿越的冲动。走在大石垒砌的门下,凸凸起起油油光光的石纹,沧桑的岁月痕迹。走进古旧城垣,浮华隔离身后。这是我要的芍奏。老城挺大,去往城里的路径也挺多。宁静淡泊的临水曲径,墨客文人的天堂;熙攘喧闹的商 After years of lush spring rain, winding mist enveloped Jiangbei Water Village. Another lazy weekend. Smoky air, people peace of mind, but also disturbing. Never mind to eat, wear your favorite shoes, let it go with their own place. Just a short drive woke up and woke up, looked up again, its door has been pressed top. Those old brick, people always have the impulse to cross. Walking under the stone-built door, convex raised oil light stone, vicissitudes of life traces. Into the ancient city wall, flashy isolation behind. This is what I want Shao played. The old city is big, the path to the city is quite a lot. Quietly indifferent waterfront trail, scholarly literary paradise; bustling business bustling