每个人的心中,都有一个江南。烟雨的江南,丁香的江南,画船听雨、闲梦梅熟、人语断桥边的江南,今生有幸江南去,纵是身死不言归的江南。每个人的心中,也都住着一个女子。她婉约柔美、轻灵素雅,解语是她,动人是她,“垆边人似月,皓腕凝霜雪”是她。当她撑着一把油纸伞,穿过无边的丝雨,在青石铺就的小巷悠然而过,只留给你烟雨般的眼神、烟雨般的背影,从此,你对江南念念不忘,以至成为一种病。 Everyone’s heart, there is a Jiangnan. Amidst the southern, lilac Jiangnan, drawing boats to listen to rain, leisure dream Mei cooked, people say Jiangnan bridge side, this life is fortunate to go south, vertical is dead do not speak of Jiangnan. Everyone’s heart, also live in a woman. Her graceful soft, light and elegant, solution language is her, touching is she, “Sipian people like the moon, Haoxi ice cream” is her. When she propped a paper umbrella, through the boundless silky rain, in the bluestone paved alleys leisurely, only to give you a soggy look, misty back, from then on, you Jiangnan never forget, and even become A disease.