默默地看着前面熙熙攘攘的人群,任凭雨水打在池塘里,泛起一层层涟漪,激起深藏在心底的无数个往事……谁曾想,曾经泥泞不堪的小路,如今已是平坦的水泥大道;谁曾想,昨夜春风,小楼花窗下,依旧静悄悄。好像春天也没能唤醒,那隐秘的传奇——滂沱大雨,曾经淹没了村边的小溪,而小楼依旧在水泊中固若金汤。水涨楼升,稳坐钓鱼台,于是才有了小楼神奇的秘史,才有“龙船楼”的传说。扶着木梯缓步前行,木屏上斑驳的方云 Silently watching the front of the bustling crowd, despite the rain hit the pond, the layers of ripples, aroused numerous hidden in the heart of the past ... ... Who once thought, the once muddy path, is now flat Cement Avenue; who had thought, last night spring, small window under the window, still quiet. Seems like spring did not wake up, that secret legend - torrential rains, once flooded the village side of the stream, while the small building is still irresistible. The rise of the water rise, sit tight Diaoyutai, so have the mysterious secret history of small buildings, have “Dragon Boat House ” legend. Stepping on the wooden ladder slowly forward, mottled square clouds on the wooden screen