烟青色的夜,下着烟青色的雨。哒哒的步履,是我踩在了四口圳的那一条小街。街边,偶尔有悬垂下的风帘,打湿在雨里,是烟青色的。路灯清橘色,线条柔和,就像那年那只雨花台的红唇鸟,惊不起夜雨的回声。今夜的雨儿滴落,如三角梅花缤纷,将夜的满地碾平,漾过了轻盈的波纹,是怎样朦胧而熟悉的气息!我一直听说,你就在秦淮十里的那只船上,浮游半 Cyan night, smoke blue rain. Da da da da da, is that I step in the four port of that street. Street, and occasionally under the drape curtain, wet in the rain, it is smoke cyan. Clear orange street lights, soft lines, just like that year that Yuhuatai red lips birds, the echoes of night rain. Tonight drops of rain, such as triangular plum fun, the ground will be crushed the night, the waves over the light ripples, is how dim and familiar atmosphere! I have always heard that you are in Qinhuai Shili in that boat, Float half