“我说你是人间的四月天,笑响点亮了四面风,轻灵在春的光艳中交舞着变。你是四月早天里的云烟,黄昏吹着风的软,星子在无意中闪,细雨点洒在花前。”这是一位温婉如莲的女子写下的诗篇。几场梅雨,几卷荷风,江南已是烟水迷离。小院里湿润的青苔在雨中纯净生长。这个季节,许多人都在怀念莲荷,以及茉莉在黄昏浮动的神秘幽香。在这个季节,我不禁又想起那个如白莲一般的女子,曾走过人间的四月天。杭州,这座被世人赞誉为天堂的千年古城,是许多人魂 “I said that you are the April day of the world, laughter lit the four winds, Brisk in the spring light Yan in the change .You are the clouds in early April morning, evening soft blowing wind, the stars Inadvertently flashed, the drizzle sprinkled on the front of the flower. ”" This is a gentle verse written by a woman. A few rainy days, a few volumes Dutch wind, Jiangnan is smoke and water blurred. Wet moss in a small courtyard grows purely in the rain. Many people miss Lotus this season as well as the mysterious fragrance of jasmine floating at dusk. In this season, I can not help but think of that woman as Bailian, had gone through the world April day. Hangzhou, a thousand-year-old city praised by the world as a paradise, is the soul of many souls