甪直古巷缭绕着如梦青烟,这是阿婆们生煤炉的早晨。这青烟升在空气里,伏在江面上,绕在低垂水面的柳枝上。乍一看,这房子、树木、河面,到处缠绕着似有似无的云雾。在云雾里,我穿过一个久经沧桑的牌坊,迎面就是连成一体的双桥,我把它们称之为“祖孙桥”。因为环玉桥 Straight Guxiang filled with dreams of smoke, which is the ladies coal stove morning. The smoke rose in the air, lying on the surface of the river, around the hilly branches. At first glance, this house, trees, river, everywhere around the clouds seem like nothing. In the clouds, I walked through a long ark of Torii, the facade is double bridge, I call them “grandchildren bridge.” Because the ring Yuqiao