读罢一本厚厚的《江南小镇》,立起身,回想余秋雨那精彩的笔墨,一边望着窗外,窗外正下着蒙蒙的雨。眼前不免浮现出典型的江南小镇的图景来:烟雨笼罩着精致的小桥,桥下水流潺潺;油纸伞下远远的身影,滴水的屋檐下一行深浅不一的小坑,空气中弥漫着悠远而宁静的文化气息。我的老家在徽州,黄山脚下一个古老的小镇,以徽商闻名于世。古色古香的徽州,已是世界文化遗 Reading a thick “Jiangnan Small Town”, he stood up and recalled Yu Qiuyu’s wonderful brushstrokes. While looking out the window, the window was under the rain. In front of the eyes, a typical scene of a small town in the south of the Yangtze River can be seen: the misty rain covers the delicate bridges, the water flows under the bridge; the far shadows under the paper umbrellas, and the next row of shades in the eaves of the dripping water are filled with air. A distant and peaceful culture. My old home is in Huizhou, an ancient town at the foot of Huangshan Mountain, famous for the merchants of Huizhou. The quaint Huizhou is a world heritage