自氤氲似雾的朦胧烟雨中苏醒,自浅吟低唱的紫檀琵琶里踏歌而来,自二十四桥清角吹寒的长廊中默默凝望,我沉浸于小桥流水般空灵的诗意,久久伫立。山雾迷蒙,往事竟在回忆里慢慢浮现。青空飞过千鸟,层层楼阁,绿树红花粉墙黛瓦不断显现出阳光的棱角,小桥下流水潺潺,苍翠的松柏矗立在桥岸之上,刚下过雨的天空有了一道七色彩虹,鸢尾花的香味溢满小 Awakening from the hazy, misty, misty rain, humming from the shrines of red sandalwood singing in low light, staring silently at the promenade that blew cold at the 24th Crossing Bridge, I was immersed in the ethereal poetic atmosphere of a small bridge. Standing for a long time. Misty misty mountains, the past actually resurfaced in memory. Blue sky flew over thousands of birds, layers of pavilions, green trees, red wall, tile walls constantly showing the angular edges of the sun, small bridges under the water, green pines and cypresses stand on the bridge shore, just under the rain of the sky there is a seven-color Rainbow, Iris full of fragrance