我达达的马蹄是个美丽的错误,我不是归人,是个过客。我打江南走过,黄昏正窃着一天里最后的阳光,我思量着这江南。阳光正流连不去,却绚烂迷离。我想望着这江南,夏过去了,红过了花,绿过了叶,恼人的知了躁动了整个的夜,让人不禁细细品味。我追忆着这如墨的江南。把过去化成一个圈,让我不再去想念。夜的沉静,心的安逸,都沉醉于此,沉醉在这江南。我不想多语,却胜过沉默。默然无言,如火燎原。我只是静默着,等待,又等待,等着枫叶飘飞的秋,等着白雪飘扬的冬,等着那如花似锦的春,然后便又回到了躁动的夏。时间就像一个圈,兜兜转转还是回到了原点,却能躁动 I Dada’s horseshoe is a beautiful mistake, I do not belong, is a passenger. I hit Jiangnan walked, dusk is the last day of sunshine, I pondered this south. The sun is clinging, but gorgeous blurred. I want to see this south, summer passed, red spent, green leaves, annoying annoyed the rest of the night, people can not help but savor. I am reminding me of this southern ink. The past into a circle, so I no longer miss. Night quiet, heart of ease, are indulge in this, indulge in this southern. I do not want to be multilingual, but more than silence. Silent, like a prairie fire. I just mute, wait, wait, wait for the fall of the Maple Leaf, waiting for the snow fluttering winter, waiting for the flowery spring, and then back to the restless summer. Time is like a circle, go around or back to the origin, but can restless