一日下午,闲来无事驱车前往古城。走在黔城老街的青石板上,暖暖的太阳适时地穿过狭窄宁静的弄堂,被两旁古旧商铺的飞檐剪成一地斑驳。我感叹,应在烟雨朦胧的日子,穿一身飘逸的纯白丝裙,打一把油纸伞,再会这神秘宁静的小巷,才不负这江南古都独有的古韵。一阵微风拂面,悠扬绵长的音乐萦绕耳边。循声而去,不知不觉走到了钟鼓楼旁边。原来是鼓楼四角飞檐上小铜铃发出的声音,犹如鹤发童颜、仙风道骨的居士在吟诗 One afternoon, nothing else drove to the ancient city. Walk on the Qing Shibao Qiancheng Street, the warm sun at a suitable time through the narrow quiet alley, was cut on both sides of the old shops cornices cut mottled. I lamented, should be in the misty days of smoke and rain, wearing a flowing pure white silk skirt, hit a paper umbrella, and then this mysterious quiet alley, only take the ancient charm of this Southern Yangtze River. A breeze blowing, melodious music lingering ears. Follow the sound, unknowingly walked next to Bell Drum Tower. The original is the drum bell corners of the cornice on the issue of small bell sounds, like crane hair Tong Yan, Sisterhood Road bone in the poem