三月。天,青色。烟雨。台城。我在城下徘徊,匆忙的车流没有给我答案。正是柳枝婀娜的季节,我想阅读“烟笼十里堤”的缥缈,空旷的城池也没有让我如愿。登城。明朝的城。青灰色。脚下的马道早已坑洼,新窜的草绿还不曾浓艳,正如城楼下仅有的三株高柳,那一低头的垂绿,点亮灰暗的视野。 March. Day, blue misty rain. Taiwan city. I wandered in the city, the rush of traffic did not give me the answer. It is the graceful season of Willow branches, I want to read “Cigarettes ten miles embankment ”, the empty city did not let me do so. Dengcheng. Ming Dynasty City. Gray-green. Potholes at the foot of potholes have already been pampered, the new channeling green grass has not yet thick Yan, just as the city tower only three tall willows, that bow down green, light dim vision.