江南,是一个充满诗情画意的地方。我的家乡在江南,就是许多文人墨客都期盼去的江南。江南是个水乡。如果在一个烟雨朦胧的日子来到小桥流水边欣赏江南,那你会发现此时的江南就像是个披着面纱的美人,她的笑隐没在雾中,似笑非笑。她让你看得神魂颠倒,不得不拜倒在她的石榴裙下,而她只是报之一笑,拂着水袖便走了。从此以后你就会发现你的梦中,心中所有的地方都被她占据了。那样霸道地占去你的心却又温柔地留下一个令人回味的背影。这背影和着轻烟与细雨,充斥着你的五脏六腑。那种清凉的味道是我曾拥有过也会永远记得的味道。 Jiangnan, is a poetic place. My hometown is in the south of Jiangnan, which is where many literati and migrant workers are looking forward to. Jiangnan is a water town. If you come to the riverside bridges while admiring the rivers and lakes on the hazy days of misty rain, you will find that Jiangnan at this time is like a veiled beauty. Her smile is hidden in the mist and smiles. She let you see fascinating, had to bow on her pomegranate skirt, and she just smiled, blowing the water jacket and left. From then on, you will find in your dreams that all the places in her heart are occupied by her. That overbearing to your heart but gently leaving a memorable back. This back and light smoke and rain, filled with your internal organs. The kind of cool taste I always have will have remembered the taste.