梦里多次去过水乡,每次都收获满满。梦里水乡总有美丽的荷花仙子。我能闻到荷叶的清香,能听到水鸟的鸣叫,我会呆呆地站在柳树下,等待传说中的仙缘。面对碧水中的倒影,发现自己竟然是古代书生,还拿着一把油纸伞,准备为雨中的佳人撑开。我在水乡行走,没有丝毫陌生感,仿佛每一条小路我都走过,每一处风景我都看过。走累时,我步入荷塘,想成为自由自在 The dream has repeatedly been to the water, every time full harvest. There are beautiful dreams of the lotus pond fairy. I can smell the fragrance of the lotus leaf, I can hear the tweet of the waterfowl, and I will stumble under the willow tree and wait for the legendary immortal margin. In the face of reflection in the clear water, I found myself turned out to be an ancient scholar, still holding a paper umbrella, ready to propped up the rain of the beautiful woman. I walk in the water, without any strangeness, as if every path I have come across, I have seen every landscape. Tired, I entered the lotus pond, want to be free