今天去了荡口古镇,看见了很多消失的老房子,尝了很多消失的老味道,在那里走了整整一个下午,我产生了“终于回到老家了”的感觉。只是觉得,冥冥之中,那风里似挟着轻声的呜咽。江南水乡,烟雨迷蒙之间给人印象最深的也许就是那白墙黛瓦吧。漫步于青石小巷之间,静静挨在一旁的便是那淡雅的墙,古朴的门,精致的屋檐,让人不禁在心中升腾起一种风华诗韵。也许在脚下那厚重的青石板 Today went to Miankou old town, saw a lot of disappearing old house, taste a lot of old taste disappeared, where walked a whole afternoon, I had a “finally returned home” feeling. Just think, somewhere, the wind seems to be relying on the soft sobs. Jiangnan Water Village, between the misty rain and the most impressive perhaps is the white wall Daiwa it. Walking in the bluestone alley, quietly stood in the side is the elegant wall, simple door, exquisite eaves, people can not help but rise in the heart of an elegant rhyme. Perhaps at the foot of the heavy quartzite