水湄有桥,什么时候在桥下摆一条船呢?船上有棹,什么时候在棹头听一支歌呢?曲巷有歌,什么时候歌调牵来一把油纸伞呢?雨中有伞,什么时候举伞就见着那个人呢?徜徉在西塘如经纬般的弄巷中,感着千年遗留下来的吴越古风,一切自、淡泊而恬静,宛如一支幽幽的洞箫,经意间,让人深深沉醉。 When there is a bridge in Minamata, when is there a boat under the bridge? There is a bow on the boat, when do you listen to a song in Shantou? There is a song in Qu Xiang, when does the tune attract an umbrella, there is an umbrella in the rain? Whenever you hold an umbrella, you see that person? In the lanes like the longitude and latitude of Xitang, you can feel the ancient Wu style that was left over from the millennium. Everything is indifferent and indifferent. It is like a faint hole. People are deeply intoxicated.