撑一把油纸伞,拨开江南如丝的细雨,徜徉于如水的江南,看苏堤春晓,衔觞赋诗,心情也变得如雨丝般静谧而温柔,然后爱上了江南这个沉静慧质的女子,在她的身上,有一份接近远古的澹泊与宁静。流水的小桥,残留着花的香气,迷蒙的烟雨里,一支骊歌响起,静静的溪水,悠悠地在梦里流淌,淡淡的离愁,缓缓地在心里酝酿……江南的桥,多数是小巧而牢固的。石板上长满了千年的青苔。静卧在流水之上,相连于两岸之间,亘古不变。半轮夕阳闲暇地漂浮于流水之上,乌篷船静静地驶来,木桨轻轻插入水中,溅起层层水波,欸乃的浆声,清亮的水音,便混成了一首美妙的水乡小曲,乌黑油亮的船篷,悠悠的船影,来往于江南的河道上,穿梭于粉墙黑瓦的水乡老屋间,这一串串古老的小音符,载着水乡人一年四季的收获和希望,载着一首首稚气的童谣,轻轻地哼唱。与云南有吊脚楼的小镇相比,这江南水乡少了一份奇险,多了一份畅达平稳,一如水乡人生活,淡泊而安定。它更像个特立独行的隐士,不温不火,深沉博大,镇内的古民居历经沦桑,无富贵气,而多生活化格局。当我们流连于老屋的 Supporting a paper umbrella, set aside the drizzle of the south of the Yangtze River, linger in the watery south of the Yangtze River, see Su Di Chunxiao, title poetry, the mood has become as quiet as the rain and gentle, and then fell in love with Jiangnan this Shen Jinghui Quality woman, in her body, has a close to ancient times of calm and tranquility. Flowing bridges, with aromas of flowers, misty mists and rain, a singing song, a quiet stream, a leisurely flow of dreams, a touch of detachment, slowly brewing in mind... Bridges to the south, most of them It is compact and firm. Slate covered with moss for a thousand years. Lying on top of flowing water, it is connected between the two banks and remains unchanged. One half of the sunset floated on top of the flowing water. The WuTang boat came quietly. The wooden paddles gently inserted into the water, splashing layers of water waves. The sound of the pulp and the clear water were mixed up. The waters of the village Xiaoqu, the black canopy of the ship, and the long shadow of the ship, travel to and from the rivers in the south of the Yangtze River, and pass through the old houses in the water and black walls of the water wall. This small string of ancient notes carries the harvest of the Shuixiang people in all seasons. Hope, carrying a childish nursery rhyme, sings softly. Compared with the small town where there are Diaojiao Houses in Yunnan, this Jiangnan Water Town has less of an odd risk and has more smooth and smooth waters. It is more like a maverick recluse, tepid, deep and broad, the ancient houses in the town have experienced vicissitudes of life, no wealth and extravagance, and more patterns of life. When we hang around in the old house